A Thought About My Mother

My mother loves me!  She tells me so every day!
No one will ever love you like your mother does.  I came to realize this and truly understand it when I had children of my own.  Someday hopefully they too will learn this truth. 
Did your mother ever tell you stories in order to keep you from harm?  My mother sure did. For years I was terrified to go into the basement by myself because of the vicious wringer washer that would suck any child into it that was within a three foot radius.  It would suck them right through to the other side, flat as a ribbon.  You can be sure I never went near that thing!

Or there was the kid whose parents backed up over him with the car because he was sitting too close to the curb and couldn't be seen properly. There was also the man who would come knocking on people's front doors in order to snatch away little girls. This was all so I wouldn't go near the front door alone.
Now most of these stories had seeds that were absolutely true but they got embellished every time they were told, and were further exaggerated by a little child's overwhelming imagination. I guess I have to say that my mother did whatever was necessary to keep me safe from harm. I love that about her. She's protected me all my life, and she's still doing it. She still has all the stories, (she's heard them all on the news!) still all geared to my health and safety, still all with seeds of truth to them, still very bias with her perspective on things, but still with all the same love and genuine concern for my well being. I don't think there is anyone in the world who has heard of more accidents on the highway than my mother! Every day she hears of a new one to tell me before I leave for work; people on their phones, people driving too fast; people driving in the rain; on the ice; people not paying attention or anticipating what the other driver is doing.  I don't know how she knows these things (even the media doesn't have the details that she seems to acquire) but these are some of the 'Mother's tools' that she uses to keep me alert in life, and safe on the roads.  The longer I live, the smarter I realize my mother really is, and has been all my life.  Not that she is an 'Einstein' in any sense of the word, but that her first concern is 'me'.  My mother knows me better than anyone ever has. My mother is the one person who loves me enough to always do what's best for me and I know she will always do the best she can to steer me in the right direction.  You could say that she's kind of like my little guardian angel here on earth.  I love my mom and I thank God everyday for giving her to me. I think I need to tell her that more often.  I should say more but that's all I'm going to say about that........for now.