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Table for Charity

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Thanks, Mom!

Mom,

Having a good mother is luck; pure luck. Each of is born into a random family, on a random continent, in any variety of financial and spiritual condition.

I was born into a family consisting of a young couple in their early twenties in Southern California.  My dad was hard working, and worked nights.  My mom, lucky for me, was a decent young woman who had decided long before birthing me to not raise her children in the manner in which she was raised.  Her children were going to be raised better, with love. With care.  Without alcoholism. Without abuse.  It wasn’t easy, I know. I was there.

So, I give thanks:

Thanks for teaching how to walk. It took a while, I’m sorry I was so lazy.

Thanks for always dressing me so nicely.  So nicely, in fact, that I have a shirt buying fetish that I fight until this day (worth it!).

Thanks for exuberantly celebrating all of the holidays.  It sure made being a kid fun.

Thanks for keeping me interested, and focused, during my school years.  Education is important; so we can find which God-given tools suit our lives best.

Thanks for keeping a firm hand when I wandered off-course.  As you know, the shaking of the drawer that housed the wooden spoon made me quiver in fear, but that was usually enough discipline in itself.

Thanks for driving me around on my first date. (Freshman Homecoming.) Yeah, that sounds like not so much fun to some of you, but at least she knew who I was hanging with.  And that my dates got home on time, and safely.

Thanks for buying me my first car.  Yeah, it was a $600 1969 Ford Fairlane, but it was MY $600 1969 Ford Fairlane.  I only got 1 ticket, a warning, in it. The first week.

Thanks for showing me the world.  How many places did we visit together?

Thanks for letting me fall on my face at times.

Thanks for everything else I did not mention.

Thanks for being the best mother in the world. My sisters and I appreciate it.  How lucky we are to have you.

Happy Mother’s Day, Mom!

Love,

The Luckiest Son in the World

P.S. I did not eat the banana.

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