In this essay, I am honoring my Mom, and I dedicate it to every mother out there. All are worthy of our love, praise and respect.
Hi Mom, it’s me.
I want to thank you for being my Mom. All that I am I owe to you. Without you, there would be no me. When I think of you I see only pure love.
Thank you for giving me my life. After 10 pregnancies, and losing two of your
babies, I would have understood you not wanting more children. Along with my
Pop, you decided that you wanted one more son - and that he would be named
Eugene. Well, here I am - the third Eugene. Your first
two Eugenes died at six months and at six years. Thank you for the courage it
must have taken to try again.
When I was born, all of your other children (my 3 brothers and 4 sisters) had
grown into adults. Here you were with a brand new baby to care for. I would
have understood if you were too tired to look after me. Some of my friends have
told me that's how they felt with their youngest child. Not you, Mom. I was
afraid of the dark - you stayed with me. Others would scold me - you calmed
them and held me. I cried a lot - you would smile at me and I would quiet down.
Thank you, Mom.
When I was in the Korean War, I learned so much about your love and what it
means to be a Mom. When I was frightened and feared for my life, I prayed to
you. In my heart I knew that it would be you who would help me get through my
fear. I heard brave Marines, who were dying, calling for their Moms. Thank you,
Mom.
The last time I saw you, there was so little time left. I kissed your cheeks
that were still so soft and pink. You smiled at me and said, "My good little
boy has grown up to be a good man". Thank
you, Mom.
I am so fortunate to have the unconditional love you have given me. I always felt wanted and safe. Thank you, Mom.
