Backbone

So it's time for a little story.  So I come from a family of six, two brothers and one sister.  When my parents were married, my father told my mother that she didn't have to work.  So she decided to become a housewife.  That's not something that kids many kids growing up today will have any experience with.  There were plenty of days where my father would get home late or be gone for a few days on business trips.  My mother was always there.  I never rode the bus, or had to buy lunch, or worry about how I was going to get home.  Undoubtedly, my father is the head of the household, but my mother is the backbone.  They both did what they had to do to make our family a well oiled machine.  I remember the days of my brother and I playing sports and knowing that she would have a hard time watching my brother get hit in football.  But she would still come.  She cried when my oldest brother went to college, but after that she was use to it.  I'm sure anybody in my family can attest to getting some type of card on their birthday from her.  She never misses that.  When I would come home from college, all I had to do was tell her what I was craving before I came and it would be made when I got there.  The small things made a huge impact.  That love just always comes out.  I don't have enough words.  As I get older, I start to appreciate things more.  I don't know how I feel after this long weekend.  But it's mother's day and so today we celebrate.