David W. Lewry
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Mom

5/12/2012

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Happy Mother’s Day to all of the moms… mother is the name of God on the lips of all children.

It is very difficult to sum up my relationship with and the importance of my mom in a short piece meant for publication on one day. However, it is definitely worth a shot into the night’s sky in an attempt to leave a star hanging languidly overhead reminding me of the constant and steady way with which my mother spent the majority of her adult life – caring for her family.

I got lucky that is for sure; my mom is neither crazy nor is she the smothering type. I am sure it is a combination of both personality and the fact that she was mom to three boys who so obviously would not be smothered from the get go.

She always seemed to know the exact amount of  love and letting go to employ with us. Whether that was difficult for her or  not, it would be tough to tell, as she always seemed to do it with ease and  grace to the point I don’t remember her breaking a sweat throughout it all.

When I start to think about how difficult it must  have been for her I cringe and shake the idea from my head. I cannot imagine the poise, emotional and physical stamina, intuition, and the multitude of character strengths she used every day and quite often all day long to keep the three of  us from early graves.

None of us boys were easy to handle; we wandered,  tempted fate constantly, and displayed an honest disregard for many of the rules which make being human sustainable…and that was after we reached puberty. That was once we all knew better. 

When we were youngsters, she must have contained  the patience of a saint and the tolerance of an angel because despite those  things we did that may send a mom packing over the hills and far away, she  flourished and somehow managed to remain young in her heart. 

My mom is a powerful creature of toughness mixed  with love and understanding; I am eternally grateful to have been blessed as her  son. When the sun rises in the morning I pray and hope for the courage,  strength, and love to show through deeds and work what she means and how deeply
she has impacted me. Her loving, gentle voice is a part of my daily life,
reminding me often of just how special she is. 

Thank you mom; for your constant love, support, and strength of character which you instilled throughout the years making us  generous, kind, and willing to take a stand for ourselves and others. You are an  amazing woman and the world is better because you are in it. 

Love always, 
David

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