My mother (she's 68 years old) called me today and told me she was in the ER. The Dr. thought she might have had a stroke. Mrs GED can not understand why I don't go to the ER and see her. Of course, her mother, God rest her soul, was an awesome lady. I miss her a lot. But MY mother? Hmmm...that's another story.
Now...me and ol' mom haven't always got along. We fought like cats and dogs when I was younger and we still don't communicate like most sons/mothers do. She says she just trained my brothers and me to be independent men that don't need to rely on our mommy in this crazy world.
I rarely ever see her in person (we only live about 10 miles apart) and I think we talk on the phone about every two weeks or so...if that often. If she has something to tell me, she'll call. If I don't hear from her in a two week or so span, I'll call her just to see if she is still alive.
Our phone conversations consist of basically...
Me - "How ya doin'?"
Her - "Oh, just fine."
Me - "How's pops?"
Her - "He's fine."
Me - "Everything else ok?"
Her - "Yup. Just peachy. You need something?"
Me - "No...just checking up on ya."
Her - "Yup...everything's fine."
Me - "Ok...see ya."
Her - "Bye."
Of course, she's not the "typical" mother either. She's a business woman. Always has been. Instead of teaching me and my two brothers (I'm the youngest) morals, values and things of that nature, she and dad taught us customer service skills instead. When I was a kid, we owned a little deli/mini-grocery store in Claremore. I was taught at an early age how to wait on customers, make change from the register, count it back to them and say, "thank you - come again!" Hell, I didn't get taught morals and values until I met Mrs GED 27 years ago.
Anyway...even though my mother wasn't (isn't) the kind of mom who was always there when you came home from school (she wasn't) nor did she always have hot meals prepared for us every night (we ate out a lot when I was a kid) and no, we didn't get showered with hugs and kisses every day...I reckon she deserves prayers as much as the next person.
So if you guys could see it in your heart to say a prayer for my mother, I would deeply appreciate it.
Thanks.
Now...me and ol' mom haven't always got along. We fought like cats and dogs when I was younger and we still don't communicate like most sons/mothers do. She says she just trained my brothers and me to be independent men that don't need to rely on our mommy in this crazy world.
I rarely ever see her in person (we only live about 10 miles apart) and I think we talk on the phone about every two weeks or so...if that often. If she has something to tell me, she'll call. If I don't hear from her in a two week or so span, I'll call her just to see if she is still alive.
Our phone conversations consist of basically...
Me - "How ya doin'?"
Her - "Oh, just fine."
Me - "How's pops?"
Her - "He's fine."
Me - "Everything else ok?"
Her - "Yup. Just peachy. You need something?"
Me - "No...just checking up on ya."
Her - "Yup...everything's fine."
Me - "Ok...see ya."
Her - "Bye."
Of course, she's not the "typical" mother either. She's a business woman. Always has been. Instead of teaching me and my two brothers (I'm the youngest) morals, values and things of that nature, she and dad taught us customer service skills instead. When I was a kid, we owned a little deli/mini-grocery store in Claremore. I was taught at an early age how to wait on customers, make change from the register, count it back to them and say, "thank you - come again!" Hell, I didn't get taught morals and values until I met Mrs GED 27 years ago.
Anyway...even though my mother wasn't (isn't) the kind of mom who was always there when you came home from school (she wasn't) nor did she always have hot meals prepared for us every night (we ate out a lot when I was a kid) and no, we didn't get showered with hugs and kisses every day...I reckon she deserves prayers as much as the next person.
So if you guys could see it in your heart to say a prayer for my mother, I would deeply appreciate it.
Thanks.
