Here she is; the love of my life. Yeap, this is Mother One Wo-Man. Is she sweet? Yeah, I know you can’t tell by a picture, but my mom is the nicest woman you ever want to meet; so kind hearted and gentle. She is both my heart and my heartache. But she’s that’s kind of heartache that lets you know that you are alive.
I am so much like my mom, it is a shame. We are both gentle in nature, and very non-confrontational. My mom just takes it to the next level. You know, opening her door up to the world. It is very uncommon to hear my mom speak an unkind word about anyone. When I grew up I never heard speak ill about anyone and I think it played a big role in who I am today. Well, her and my grandmother, of course.
Yesterday was my mom’s birthday, and I spent fifteen hours of the day with her. I started off headed to the Ihop, over in her area, to get her a Belgium Waffle breakfast, but the Ihop had gone out of business, so I had to go the ghetto route of a Mickey D’s Chicken biscuit and coffee. LOL. I know, but it was the only place that was close and open in the area at six forty-five in the morning. I made it to my mom’s house at 7 and was the first to wish her a Happy Birthday.
It was cool listening as everyone called to wish her a happy birthday. Even my niece’s new beau, who I don’t think she has been dating for a year, called to wish my mom a happy birthday. Which was hella nice. And get this, not only did he call to wish her a happy birthday, but he also bought her a gift of a large print bible. Wasn’t that nice? Almost made me feel bad about charging him up for coming into the house without knocking. Almost. As a matter of fact, I made up a joke about it. Wanna hear it? Here it goes….
Police knock before entering. Yo ass don’t live here!
He apologized, so it was all good.
Oh, and guess what. My little brother got up early, put on a nice pair of slacks with shirt and tie, and went out on a job interview. Can you believe that shit? I told my mom that most be his birthday gift to her. LOL And get this. Not an unwanted visitor in sight. I didn't have to turn on the thug alert syster or take my gun out of the trunk of my car or anything.
Then my little sister went to get her a birthday cake, with my nephew. Tell me why it read; Happy Birthday, Grandma. What the hell. This ain’t about Manny. How did it go from happy birthday mom to happy birthday grandma? They made that crap up.
Of course, then we went out to dinner. She picked Chilli’s but whatever. It was her day. I gotta say, my little brother's woman and her kids tried to tag alone, but back out when they got the feeling that they were not welcome. Which they were not. I don't know them. I ended up spending a hundred buck on my mom, along with my little brother, sister and nephew, and it was well worth the price. We had a wonderful time! Anything that adds a smile to my mom's face is priceless to me.
Happy Birthday, Mom.
-One Man’s Opinion. Peace
Oh, and it is called Toilet Paper Foam, not Liquid Toilet Paper. My bad.