That's sad to hear ourbet.
Well guys, I'm going to go totally sappy on you now. This is something I wrote about my mom on a past Mother's Day. I sent it to her and it made her cry.
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I happen to have the best mom of all time and I was just remembering a little story about her.
When I was 10 or 11, I was very close to my mom. But I remember one day she pulled me aside to tell me that soon I was going to be a teenager and I probably wasn't going to like her or want anything to do with her. She told me that when it happened, she would understand completely and I shouldn't feel bad about it.
At the time I didn't believe that was going to happen but I did become a teenager - and a troubled one at that - and of course her prediction that I would turn on her was 100% true. Despite my general bad attitude at the time, I'm sure I always felt some underlying guilt for how I was treating my mom, but I never forgot what she said and it was always (to this day) meaningful. She wanted me to always know I was loved no matter what. It was like she had thrown an emotional comfort blanket over me.
My mom, by the way, has always been a literal maker of blankets. My apartment is full of the afghans she has made for me, some of which are works of art - not that I treat them that way. Even my little cat has a little blanket that my mom made just for her. If I had to pick one symbol to represent my mom, it would be the warm, beautiful blanket.
Here's to my mom!
And to any moms who may read this, a happy day to you!
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"Mr. Simpson, please do not offer my god a peanut." -Apu-
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