May 10, 2010

So the last week has been pretty damn good, went to a party Saturday night, went to a friends apartment and drank last night. We tried for the Century Club (100 shots of beer in 100 minutes, 1 shot a minute). We got to about 50 and stopped, it's harder than it sounds. Anyway, we had a good time, then I came back and gave my lovely friend Kayla a call. We talked for about an hour about a lot of things. But only having one final and it being the second to last day leaves a lot of free time, which is nice cause I didn't have much of that this school year. With it being Mother's Day yesterday I let everyone know that I needed to that they were in my mind and my heart. This is where it get's a bit sad.

My brother, who is two years younger, text me to have me text my Mom "Happy Mothers Day" because he "already ruined it". So naturally I got a bit worried, I had already wished her a happy one so I let him know that and asked what the problem was. He responded for me to ask her because he didn't want to talk about it. Turns out it wasn't incredibly bad, he lost a piece to his tuxedo from prom the night before. This information is coming directly from her now. She then goes on to tell me that he isn't doing so well in some classes. I wasn't real happy with that seeing as he is a smart kid, he just doesn't try. What really got to me is what she said right after that though. She told me she was basically a failure as a mother. Now, if you know anything about me, when my own Mother says something like that to me it made me feel absolutely terrible. I responded by telling her that was not true and never would be, she was the greatest Mom I could ask for and more. People make mistakes. When your own Mother basically breaks down and tells you that it should hurt. And my god did it ever. I really didn't know what to say, so I told her what I thought she would want to hear, and in this case it was all true. I love the woman to death, and if anyone ever tried to tell her what she told me she thought about herself I would kill them. She means the world to me. She made me who I am, and same for my brother. Because of her I know how to be a gentleman to other people, especially women. And she's done as much as she possibly can. So needless to say she will be getting a phone call tomorrow when she get's off so she can learn just how much I actually care about her, I should have done it yesterday, but as long as she hears it I don't really care when it happens.

So from all of this I have one piece of advice. If your Mom has been there for you more than once, tell her how much you love her and what she really means to you, because no matter how many times you say it, she's still going to wonder if she really did do a good job raising you. I can say in my case that she did one hell of a job, and I would not change anything for my life. I love my Mom, and I always will.