So Little Time...
There is a whole lot that I want to talk about. This week has definately been really crazy, lots of ups and downs. Lots of thinking went on this week. I honestly meant to write every single day, but I was always too lazy.
However, despite overflowing with stuff I'd like to talk about, today I am going to talk about my favorite girl in the world: My mom.
I can honestly say that I owe 98% of everything I have to my mom and dad. My body, my personality quirks, most of my education, it all came from them. I owe alot of my personality to my brothers really, but since they got all their stuff from mom and dad, I can trace it back.
But in all reality, I owe most of myself to my mom. I am the youngest of 5 kids. That means that when all of my siblings were off to school, and my dad was off to work, me and my mom hung out till the time I was 5. I followed her around everywhere, I got in her way, I helped vacuum, I went to the store with her. Me and my mom were tight. Early in elementary school, she always came to all the field trips, she came and helped in class. She was the all American super mom.
I grew up a little more, and she had to start working. This was really weird to me. All my life I'd come home from school, and she'd be there. Now, for the first time ever, I'd come home, and there'd be a note on the table, but no mom. That was actually a really hard couple months before she got her schedule figured out such that she could work in the days, and be with us at nights.
But, because of her working, I finally got a glimpse of the real world, and I think this was where she taught me the very most. You see, every night she'd come home, and we'd all gather round to hear her tell us a story about the day. Mind you, I was in 7th grade, and I was the youngest kid, but we were all super interested, we'd all listen intently, because her stories were always awesome, and usually hilarious.
Anyways, she'd tell us about how a stupid customer came in, and acted like an idiot. How a kid peed on the floor, how her boss called and was stupid, how somebody made a bad decision on the sanfrancisco end. I figured out how the real world works. Have any of you noticed how touchy I am whenever we're at a store or restaurant? How I almost killed robert for throwing those fries at iceberg? You know why? because every single night my mom would come home and complain about people that did junk like that. Sure she got paid to put up with them, but I knew what it was like. I will never make fun of janitors because of my mom. I'll always try to be as polite as possible whenever Im out in public because of her. Because of her working at Jolene's, I understand alot about people. I understand how business works, and I finally realized that people that work in stores are real people, with families. she made me see the world from somebody else's eyes, and that opened me up alot.
A couple years later I got an oppurtunity to work at jolene's one spring break. It was emergency move time. The smart guy in charge wouldnt pay his rent, and they got a notice in the mail saying they had to be out in 4 days. Lucky for mom, all her strong studly boys were on spring break that week, so every day we went in and boxed up dresses, moved heavy stuff, and just worked our butts off.
One thing I noticed that week was how strong my mom was. She never ever ever quit. We would all get tired, we'd all slow down. My brother Nathan who I always thought was a workhorse started to complain a little, I laid down whenever I had the chance. But mom never slowed down, she never complained. She just told us to get up, and she kept on working. She never asked us to carry the heavy stuff for her, she just did it. She wouldn't quit until it was done. She wouldn't let us quit till it was done. I dont think I've ever seen anybody work that hard. It wasn't like she was breaking a sweat, or running around, she just never stopped. She just kept on pluggin along until it was done.
I don't know if my mom ever realized what she was doing to me. But I am the way I am because of her. Do you know the reason Im always real quite in public? Do you know why I don't yell? Do you know why I never climb on junk in the real world? Its because my mom let me know that that wasn't ok. She'd tell me about the kids that did, and how they weren't cool. You know, I won't ever do the things that my mom doesnt like. Ill never buy a little girls dress, have my daughter wear it once, and then take it back. I'll never go try to pay for a 5 dollar item with a 50 dollar bill. I'll be good, just for my mom.
My mom made me who I am, she's the reason I'm good in school. She's why I pay attention in church. She is why I try my best. I love my mom. I talk to my friends, and they talk about how they get in fights with their moms, how their moms are crazy, and I honestly don't understand. I know my mom is there for me. She's always been there, she always helps. Ya know, Ive never yelled at my mom. Me and my mom have never been in a fight. I can think of about 3 times in my life when I've been irritated with my mom because we didn't agree. Guess what, all 3 of those times, she's been right, I was wrong. My friends have problems, I tell them to talk to their mom, and they say they can't. I don't understand it, because my mom is the best. She makes the best cookies, she knows the most, she can do anything she wants to. If ever there is a problem nobody can fix, she can, and she will. I guarantee you right now, if my mom went on apprentice, she would win hands down.
Everything I am, I owe to my mom. She is the very best. I love her so much. I don't know what I'd do without her. Quick, go tell your moms you love them, because I know you do.
Thanks for listening.
However, despite overflowing with stuff I'd like to talk about, today I am going to talk about my favorite girl in the world: My mom.
I can honestly say that I owe 98% of everything I have to my mom and dad. My body, my personality quirks, most of my education, it all came from them. I owe alot of my personality to my brothers really, but since they got all their stuff from mom and dad, I can trace it back.
But in all reality, I owe most of myself to my mom. I am the youngest of 5 kids. That means that when all of my siblings were off to school, and my dad was off to work, me and my mom hung out till the time I was 5. I followed her around everywhere, I got in her way, I helped vacuum, I went to the store with her. Me and my mom were tight. Early in elementary school, she always came to all the field trips, she came and helped in class. She was the all American super mom.
I grew up a little more, and she had to start working. This was really weird to me. All my life I'd come home from school, and she'd be there. Now, for the first time ever, I'd come home, and there'd be a note on the table, but no mom. That was actually a really hard couple months before she got her schedule figured out such that she could work in the days, and be with us at nights.
But, because of her working, I finally got a glimpse of the real world, and I think this was where she taught me the very most. You see, every night she'd come home, and we'd all gather round to hear her tell us a story about the day. Mind you, I was in 7th grade, and I was the youngest kid, but we were all super interested, we'd all listen intently, because her stories were always awesome, and usually hilarious.
Anyways, she'd tell us about how a stupid customer came in, and acted like an idiot. How a kid peed on the floor, how her boss called and was stupid, how somebody made a bad decision on the sanfrancisco end. I figured out how the real world works. Have any of you noticed how touchy I am whenever we're at a store or restaurant? How I almost killed robert for throwing those fries at iceberg? You know why? because every single night my mom would come home and complain about people that did junk like that. Sure she got paid to put up with them, but I knew what it was like. I will never make fun of janitors because of my mom. I'll always try to be as polite as possible whenever Im out in public because of her. Because of her working at Jolene's, I understand alot about people. I understand how business works, and I finally realized that people that work in stores are real people, with families. she made me see the world from somebody else's eyes, and that opened me up alot.
A couple years later I got an oppurtunity to work at jolene's one spring break. It was emergency move time. The smart guy in charge wouldnt pay his rent, and they got a notice in the mail saying they had to be out in 4 days. Lucky for mom, all her strong studly boys were on spring break that week, so every day we went in and boxed up dresses, moved heavy stuff, and just worked our butts off.
One thing I noticed that week was how strong my mom was. She never ever ever quit. We would all get tired, we'd all slow down. My brother Nathan who I always thought was a workhorse started to complain a little, I laid down whenever I had the chance. But mom never slowed down, she never complained. She just told us to get up, and she kept on working. She never asked us to carry the heavy stuff for her, she just did it. She wouldn't quit until it was done. She wouldn't let us quit till it was done. I dont think I've ever seen anybody work that hard. It wasn't like she was breaking a sweat, or running around, she just never stopped. She just kept on pluggin along until it was done.
I don't know if my mom ever realized what she was doing to me. But I am the way I am because of her. Do you know the reason Im always real quite in public? Do you know why I don't yell? Do you know why I never climb on junk in the real world? Its because my mom let me know that that wasn't ok. She'd tell me about the kids that did, and how they weren't cool. You know, I won't ever do the things that my mom doesnt like. Ill never buy a little girls dress, have my daughter wear it once, and then take it back. I'll never go try to pay for a 5 dollar item with a 50 dollar bill. I'll be good, just for my mom.
My mom made me who I am, she's the reason I'm good in school. She's why I pay attention in church. She is why I try my best. I love my mom. I talk to my friends, and they talk about how they get in fights with their moms, how their moms are crazy, and I honestly don't understand. I know my mom is there for me. She's always been there, she always helps. Ya know, Ive never yelled at my mom. Me and my mom have never been in a fight. I can think of about 3 times in my life when I've been irritated with my mom because we didn't agree. Guess what, all 3 of those times, she's been right, I was wrong. My friends have problems, I tell them to talk to their mom, and they say they can't. I don't understand it, because my mom is the best. She makes the best cookies, she knows the most, she can do anything she wants to. If ever there is a problem nobody can fix, she can, and she will. I guarantee you right now, if my mom went on apprentice, she would win hands down.
Everything I am, I owe to my mom. She is the very best. I love her so much. I don't know what I'd do without her. Quick, go tell your moms you love them, because I know you do.
Thanks for listening.
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