Saturday, May 7, 2011

Mom, mom, mamma, ma, mommy, mom...Louis...Louis...

How do you know that what you're doing is right, that the decisions you make are the correct ones, that the people you choose to associate with are the right ones...?

The real answer is you don't.

You go based on what you were raised with and based on previous experiences.

I, for one, always have faith that the things I choose to do and decisions I make are for a greater good and not just benefiting me. Although some selfishness is required to keep the users away.

I know they are good because when I sit on the grass at the park surrounded by some family members and a group of rowdy kids, I feel at peace.

Not like I don't have difficulties in life or hard decisions, more like knowing that no matter what I'm presented with I know I will do my best to do the right thing.

I thank my parents for this. They always let me have a chance to think things through and make my own decisions. Rewarding me with respect and acknowledgement for doing right, and explaining rather than yelling or scolding when I may have faltered.

I love my dad, but my mom is the reason I am who I am today.

Mother's day should really be every day just like Valentine's day. The shit we put our parents through (especially mothers) and how they handle it should be recognized on a daily basis.

Happy Mother's day to every single woman out there. I don't care if you are actually a MOM. You are a future mother, a current mother of some sort, a mentor for someone younger than you, a step mom, a god mom, a pet mom, a significant other mom....it all deserves recognition.

A special happy mother's day to those moms that wipe noses, brush hair, change diapers, and dry tears all while telling your brother to stop pulling on your hair...you are my heroes.

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