Good morning world, and more importantly Happy Mother’s Day to all the wonderful mother’s out there! As I’ve been working hard at finishing my next novel and writing random poetry I realized that I would be at work when Mother’s day started. I’d be at work when Mother’s day ended. The place I wouldn’t be is with my mother for the duration of the day.
I’m 26 years old, at least that’s what my wife and driver’s license says, and this is the first year that I’ll not be within short distance of my mother on this day. It’s a different feeling knowing that I won’t be able to hug and kiss my mom, and cater to her all the day long, but it does have one perk. It gives me a chance to appreciate all the things that Rhoda Hemingway has done for me. It gives me a chance to revel in the memories of my mother’s lessons in life and all the good times. Even the bad times are worth remembering because they never lasted. My mom never allowed negativity to last long for me because she hated to see her kids down.
Next to life, love is the most amazing gift that a mother is going to give you. Not to gloat, but my mom has the market cornered on love she is the end all be all lover of her family. My mom would at any given time give her all to make my sister and I happy. My mom spent countless hours listening to me ramble on about nothing as a child. indulging in hours of conversation about comic books and games as I got older. Supported me countless times in my endeavors as an undergrad as well as dealing with my attitude that I had that was almost unbearable. Since it’s mother’s day we’ll say I got that from Dad’s side of the family haha. No matter how much of an ass I could be Rhoda never falter in her love and adoration for me. Once adulthood took it’s toll and I leveled out into a normal human being she was right there with a smile as if to say I knew the man I raised was in there some where.
My mother is a born leader, not meant to follow any path but her own, and I can only pray that I’m half the awesome person she is. She’s a fighter, a warrior of love. Whether it was the fight to put me into a preschool program when I was only three because she knew I was smart enough, fighting to keep me going to the same school as my friends when the city tried to send me to another, or instilling the will to fight for myself when a college professor told me I wasn’t ready to take their class and I would fail, my mother is a warrior for her kids. No matter what choice I’ve made or path I’ve taken, I never took a step alone. Don’t confuse that with being led by hand through life. My mother when the time was right stepped aside and let me walk my own path, I just never had to look far for my mother’s love or help. I’m grateful to have such a woman in my life. You should be grateful for your mothers too!
I love you so much mama, I hate that I can’t be with you today, but I assure you that I’ll be with you soon. I love you mom. I love you sooooo much! Happy Mother’s Day!!!
-LeTavious “Poetic Ice” Hemingway