Mamma's boy

Moms

Last night I had a weird moment…It wasn’t like a “I’m going to go to my room and cry into my pillow,” but a moment of realization. For all the sons out there who have been called Momma’s boys or considered whipped by their moms this post will probably be for you guys.
My mother is one of the hardest working and compassionate people I know, Im not saying this just because she’s my mom, but she’s always supported me from day one. Any sport I wanted to participate in, any new kicks I needed to have, any time I needed a ride to work and some real advice, my mother has always been there. She came to Canada as an immigrant worked in factories just so our family could enjoy a better life. Recently she just graduated from college, while working a full time job, taking care of a family, working an extra job on Saturdays and still trying to keep a social life together. I look back at the times when we didn’t see eye to eye and I feel like an idiot sometimes. She has seen that other side and has experienced a tougher life than I will ever probably have and still keeps a smile on her face. She helps out the local community, volunteers with other organizations has a list of friends thick as a phone book. I came to realize this while I was helping my mom with something on the computer, and noticed her hands have aged a lot. I don’t think I could ever repay my mother back for what she has done for my family and me, which is frustrating. This might sound strange but she will always be the number one lady in my life. I guess I am a true momma’s boy.