My Mother

My childhood was blessed with family, companions, places to adventure freely, and the best mother anyone could ask for. It is not always what you are taught, sometimes its how you are taught that makes the lesson. I could thank my mother for a great many things, but I think I will only mention one.

My brothers and I were encouraged to roam freely, explore, and adventure through the long hot summer months. Swimming, fishing, climbing, biking, boating, and exploring. This was our childhood packed with Koolade and peanut butter sandwiches. We even had cousins that were adept at getting into mischief with us. We were more like The Dirty Half Dozen with fishing poles, pocket knives, and buckets at the ready. It is a testament to the resilience of children and our parents first aid skills that we all made it out of childhood with all our limbs in-tacked.

I wonder if my mother ever thought, “That's enough!” after so many stitches and broken bones, ours and hers. If it ever crossed her mind she never spoke of it and because of this freedom in childhood my mother raised three very adventurous strong children. As Mother's Day creeps up on us all the days get longer and warmer transporting me to those great days of adventure and coming home to a cold glass of ice tea and a hug.

I am about to take yet another adventure in the coming weeks. Though I live many states away and am an adult she will be concerned as I travel across the Atlantic. There is no doubt that my mother worries about her children, even now when we are all grown, she is our mother and for that I will be ever grateful.