What I’ve Learned From My Mother
It's my mom's birthday, or as I like to call her "Masquaw." I've called my mom, Masquaw forever.
When I was growing up, my mom and dad were the leaders of the Methodist Youth Fellowship and when we were asked, "How do you know that you're loved?" My Mom's answer was, "When I'm called Masquaw."
You're probably wondering why I call my mom "Masquaw." The answer is that I got the name from a comic called "Redeye." Although my mom is nothing like the character in the comic strip, in fact she is the total opposite, I just liked the name enough to start calling my mom but it.
So, on your big day, thank you Masquaw for all that you've done for me. Here are five of the many things that I've learned from my Masquaw.
Close your mouth and eat your dinner.
Your room looks like a hurricane went through here.
When I said not to date just one girl....I didn't mean to date them all.
If you looked with your eyes and not with your mouth, you might find it.
"You better pray that will come out of the carpet...."
In all seriousness, I'm extremely grateful for the Christian upbringing that my parents gave me. They have been faithful Christ followers and I couldn't ask for better than that.
So Happy Birthday Masquaw. It's your birthday but you are the one whose given me the gifts.