A Mother’s Day After

I was a bad son today. I made the final day of the Mayhem in May tournament at Running Aces, which was on Mother’s Day, and I wasn’t able to talk to my mom. I tried to call once, but that really isn’t the effort my mom deserves. Especially after she was the one who gave me what it takes to play poker for a living. So here’s to you mom, to what you gave me, what you helped me to become, and everything you did for me.

My mom was tough. She raised me for a few years as a single mom with no college education and no real job skills. She got a job, got us a little apartment, and we got by. She made some tough choices, but she managed to buy me healthy food, just enough milk, and she waited for a great guy to be my next dad. Eventually she got it turned around and even when times were tough, I didn’t really know it. I knew we didn’t have money sometimes, but I never realized that should be a problem. We had each other and we managed to get what we needed.

She couldn’t afford to buy me lots of books, but she could find time to take me to the library. She couldn’t afford expensive meals, but she found ways to make cheap meals healthy and made sure I took my vitamins. She couldn’t always afford everything for herself, but I never missed out on things I really needed. She sacrificed a lot sometimes in the lean years, but she hid it from me and she never held it against me.

I was a precocious kid in high school. More than that, I was impossible. I was angry, withdrawn, rebellious, and a downright jackass sometimes. She got mad, how could she not, but she always told me she loved me. She tolerated my bullshit a lot better than I would tolerate it from some punk kid now, that’s for sure.

In my twenties I lived. A lot. I wasn’t always making wise decisions, but I sure ended up with some stories to tell. She always told me to be careful, and I knew she would be there for me. It’s easier to go out on a limb if you have a safety net, and in her I knew I had it if I ever really needed it. She never judged me by my occasional bad decisions, she just loved me unconditionally, because that’s what a mom does.

When I suffered through a painful divorce, she told me to come home for a few weeks, and I did. It was her shoulder that I cried on during the toughest time of my life. As it should be. Thank God for her. When I left again, I was healing and more importantly I believed that things would get better. My divorce was nothing compared to what she went through in hers, and I can’t imagine how she weathered it without letting me see how bad things were. She’s so much stronger than I am.

Through it all, she helped me become a man. A strong man who could stand on his own, think for himself, and do the right thing when it needed doing. She taught me those things and she surrounded me with people who taught me other things that helped me get by and lead a happy life. She taught that I didn’t need to be perfect, but I did need to be good. And I tried to be like her, not perfect, but very good. I’ll never be the amazing, patient, dedicated human being that she is, but because of her I will be the best person that I can be.

I can’t thank you enough mom, and I’ll call more than once tomorrow. I’ll try throughout the day until I can hear your voice and let you know that I love you. Thank you so much for everything.

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