January 13th - Mother's Day

Today I celebrated a total greeting card company holiday, but one that I fully support (because my mom really enjoys reading this blog).

Mother’s Day will be taking place on Sunday, May 13^th this year, so sons and daughters out there that have been slacking, mark your calendars NOW!  Don’t get caught in the last minute, “Run into Bed, Bath, and Body Works and grab the first thing that you see” trap.

We can trace Mother’s Day back to one woman, Anna Jarvis.  Jarvis, a West Virginia woman born in 1864, was raised amongst “Mother’s Day Work Clubs,” which provided food, shelter, and aid to both Union and Confederate soldiers during the Civil War.  After her own mother died, Jarvis began to campaign for Mother’s Day to become a national holiday.  In 1914, she succeeded.

So obviously, I have to talk about my mom today.

Mary Cecile Brooks was born on July 18^th, 19 cough cough (don’t worry, Mom, not revealing your age here).  She married my dad in 1983, becoming Mary Brooks Farabee, and a little over a year later, she became a mom.  More importantly (at least where this blog is concerned), she became MY mom.  And although the gray hairs that she has (I mean…wait…doesn’t have…she doesn’t have gray hair…crap, sorry, Mom, cat’s out of the bag) are mostly because of the messes that I’ve gotten myself into, she’s been there through thick and thin (judging by my waistline, it’s recently been thick).  For 27 years, she’s been the kind of mom that you count yourself lucky to have.

 

 I’ve always been a mama’s boy…

I figured there was no better way to celebrate Mother’s Day than to celebrate it with my mom.  Yes, I know that it’s celebrated on the second Sunday of May.  It’s my blog and I’ll do what I want to do.  I got her a card (sadly, there were no Mother’s Day cards out on the 13^th of January so I had to make do with the resources at my disposal, which meant crossing out "Birthday" and writing in "Mother's Day") and visited her at work in Alabama.  A 10 hour drive well worth it.