Mothers…
What is a mother to you? Is it your friend? Your responsibility? A fond memory or a past of regret and pain?
What days come to mind when you think of your mom? Are they good days? Are they bad? Are there days?
How do you feel when you think “my mom,”? Ido you feel depressed? Regretful? Encouraged? Comforted? Indifferent?
I’m writing this blog for one reason: to tell answer those questions for you. I want you to know me more personally… And I want an excuse to brag. 😉
Here’s the pillar of who I am: my mom
When I think of my mother, I think of a role model. My mom embodies the traits of the woman I WILL marry one day. She’s humble, peaceful, wise, AMAZINGLY talented! Loving, tender-hearted, she’s hilarious, she knows when it’s time to fight and when it’s time to move on. She is fierce, she’s strong, she loves animals and she loves people (I think she might like animals more than humans!) she the Father more than she loves her husband (and that’s how it should be!)
The days that pour into my head when I think of my mom are many! They’re all different in some ways, and similar in others…
I remember hot and humid Midwest days where both of us would complain together about the humidity.
I remember sitting down and doing puzzles on the kitchen table and just talking about the world. (One of my favorite activities between us) it would take us weeks to finish them, but we’d do it! Eventually…
I remember fighting more fiercely and intensely with her than I ever have with anyone in my life. I remember afterwards I would lay in my bed and sob like a child because I always hated the words I had chosen or the disrespect I had shown.
I remember long hugs with lots of forgiveness and healing words. Usually tears too…
I remember watching my sisters volleyball games and always becoming embarrassed because she yelled louder than any other parent on the bleachers. I couldn’t be mad though, she fought for her kids.
I remember long, tearful conversations asking why the world was so wrong and why I was so confused… Her sitting with me and and knowing what to say and what not to say.
I remember looking into her eyes and seeing unbelievable emotional pain that I had caused… And watching her walk over and sit next to me and say “I love you Justin Michael…”
When I think of my mom I feel blessed…. I feel like the richest kid in the world… I know in my heart Gates has nothing on me because of this woman. When I think of my mom I feel joy, because her’s is so contagious just the thought of her makes it spread again.
I think of Jesus, because my mom so completely and amazingly loves my sisters, my dad and me like Jesus calls us to do. She is an amazing woman. No one will ever replace her and I’ll never ask for it. She is a beautiful, goofy, amazingly wise, intelligent, gifted and amazing. She’s my mom and the woman who will never gain the recognition for everything she’s endured for me. I hope this gives her just a little more than before…
She is Jeri Kennedy and I love this woman with all my heart and soul. I’ve never been more loved than from this woman. You better believe I’m thankful for her!
Ladies and Gentlemen, my mother!!!
