27 Sep 2013
Kandahar,
Afghanistan
My Mom
My Mom is a special person.
Being a mother is probably one of the most unappreciated jobs in
America. Too many times her sacrifices were taken for granted, hardly
noticed. Not noticed. Not appreciated. At least not to the degree they should have
been.
So many of us have been spoiled on our mother’s love.
So much that we don’t realize how much love she really had for us.
We don’t realize how much she did for us. Unfortunately, it is not until you are older
and have kids of your own that you slowly come to realize what sacrifices your
own parents made for you…..what a great job your parents did in raising you.
So, Mom, thank you for loving me and thank you for doing
everything you possibly could to raise us the right way. I just want you to know it has not gone
un-noticed, or unappreciated. I noticed,
and I appreciate you…..I appreciate the love and effort you put into “your
job”.
Thanks for teaching us there is “a place for everything and everything should be in it’s place”; thanks for making us work in the garden; thanks for making us pick blackberries; thanks for making us learn to be respectful and well-behaved (most of the time); thanks for taking (not sending us) us to church and instilling Christian principles in us at an early age; thanks for ALL the things you taught us to enable us to stand on our own two feet as adults. Thanks for teaching us that all actions have consequences; thanks for being consistent with you discipline and with your word. We could always count on you doing what you said you were going to do.
All the things that you did (many of which we hated at the
time) are the things that made us understand real life. Hard work, discipline, integrity, morals,
consistency, etc., are all necessary for a happy, successful adult life. While I have occasionally failed in all these
areas, I didn’t fail because I wasn’t taught the right way. Thank you, again.
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