#690 Mother's Day

My BFF LA sent me a text this morning. It was a quote from the author Elizabeth Stone, and I've been thinking about it all day. Here's what it said:

"Making the decision to have a child - it is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body. ” 

It's true, I think. When I drop my son off at school, he's on his own, but he's on my mind whenever I have a second to think about anything. It's especially true after school, when he's out being social and hanging out with his friends. During those times, I hope that he's making good decisions and being a person I can be proud of. 

I was just watching the season finale of one of my favorite shows, "Survivor". There was a guy named Colton on the show this season, and he was just awful. He said some terrible things to and about some of the other people on the show and I really, really disliked him. He ended up having to leave the show because of a medical issue, and I was glad to see him go. Yes, his outrageous comments made for good TV, but he just made me so uncomfortable because he was so mean and nasty to the others. I didn't like it and I didn't like him.

Tonight on the finale, he was back and the host asked him how he felt about the things he said and if he was ashamed of himself when he watched himself on the show. He was a little squirrel-y about it, but he did say he was sorry. Then Jeff, the host, went out into the audience and talked the Colton's mom. She felt the need to apologize for her son's behavior on national TV. I felt so bad for her!


It made me think about if it had been T on TV behaving so badly. I would have been embarrassed too. You just try to teach your kids to be good people and make good choices, but you love them no matter what.

I'm happy to be T's mom. He's a cool person and it's great to watch him grow up and change and form his own opinions about things. 

Having a kid of my own has given me a greater appreciation for my own parents. I recall that when I was growing up, although I wasn't the worst kid around, I wasn't a picnic at times, either. My mom probably bore the brunt of my poor behavior. I know I didn't treat her as well as I should have many times, and now I can appreciate how she must certainly have felt at times. I won't say anything too mushy because I know she hates that, so I'll just say this: I love you, Mom. Thanks for everything you did for me, and continue to do for me. Happy Mother's Day!