Life is not always fair

First and foremost, HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY TO ALL mothers. One of the most important people in my life was my mother, and not just because she gave me life. There are a million things GOOD I could say about my mama, and not one solitary bad thing can I recall.

It has taken many years to realize that Sherry and I were very fortunate, we both had wonderful mothers, therefore I thought everyone did.

(We moved a lot, but Sherry’s mama was in Mississippi and Missouri when Sherry gave birth to our boys.)

I do realize now that is a misconception. For the past few years I have wondered what today’s children will think of their mothers, in say 50 years?

Lately I have read some very sad accounts of sons and daughters speaking of their parents. Most distressing is that these are closer to my age, back when I thought ALL kids were enjoying solid parents. Of course, some were more strict than others, but I still thought mothers and daddies were good folk.  All my friends had good homes.  None wealthy, but all happy.

I just read an account of a son who said, please don’t send  any condolences, my dad finally succeeded in drinking himself to death. His hate of life,  family and  job are now buried with him. He beat his wife and family because he thought life was unfair to him. He finally ended up living off the government for what his doctors called his constant depression. Yes you, my friend, if you paid taxes, helped him buy the booze. My dad was not depressed, he was a drunk and mean as HELL. The article went on into greater detail.

Then another whose mother never cared enough to try to understand. Everyone else's problems were more important than the children under her roof. Meals weren’t necessary, fattening snacks were better, etc.

I wonder today about the kid whose mother is hooked on booze and/or drugs. The mother that brings another ‘uncle’ home each night to get more money for the habits.

If that child lives, what will be their thoughts on Mother’s day?

Now that I have made your day completely depressing, let me say, the above is a minority. I have been blessed, I have never met that mother who is not loved by her children.  I have known the imperfect mother, but personally, I have not met ONE WHO IS NOT LOVED BY HER CHILDREN.

Mothers are loved more than any other title in the world. So again, to the mothers reading this, have a HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY, 2013. If you are not a Mother, you had one, be glad.

Nite Shipslog

PS: You must read Mev’s mama stories @

http://mevely317.blogspot.com/

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Mothers are precious, if you still have yours, love her and tell her, because when she is gone you will entertain one BIG VOID.

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