jds holler
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First, to any moms who may be here on the forum -- have a great day, and thank you.
For the rest of us schlubs, give a thought to what our moms endured and sacrificed to deliver us alive, and keep us alive during our endless transition from birth to adulthood.
My Mom endured plenty, and it couldn't have been very easy for her -- or rewarding for that matter. From casting bullets on the kitchen stove, to washing coyote pelts in the bath tub, I'm amazed with what she let me get away with. Just the noise of pounding ammo together with a traditional Lee Loader must have been torture for her.
It didn't get much easier, since I was one of those kids whose "Wild Years" lasted about twenty years. For a long time it was quite possible that I'd wind up dead, incarcerated, or disappeared. Through it all my mom never quite gave up hope, and always kept me in her heart an her prayers.
The thing I'm proudest of is that I finally managed to become a man with both feet in the free world, self supporting, and a child of God with my Mom alive to enjoy it.
Mom now lives in that weird world where her body still resides on this side, and her mind and soul -- are elsewhere; hopefully in a place that affords some peace. Today when I go see her, about all I'll be able to to is sit and hold her hand, and hope that she'll sense who I am, and that I love her with all my heart.
I hope that Y'all can spend a little time with your mom today, and if not spend a little thought with her. jd
For the rest of us schlubs, give a thought to what our moms endured and sacrificed to deliver us alive, and keep us alive during our endless transition from birth to adulthood.
My Mom endured plenty, and it couldn't have been very easy for her -- or rewarding for that matter. From casting bullets on the kitchen stove, to washing coyote pelts in the bath tub, I'm amazed with what she let me get away with. Just the noise of pounding ammo together with a traditional Lee Loader must have been torture for her.

It didn't get much easier, since I was one of those kids whose "Wild Years" lasted about twenty years. For a long time it was quite possible that I'd wind up dead, incarcerated, or disappeared. Through it all my mom never quite gave up hope, and always kept me in her heart an her prayers.
The thing I'm proudest of is that I finally managed to become a man with both feet in the free world, self supporting, and a child of God with my Mom alive to enjoy it.
Mom now lives in that weird world where her body still resides on this side, and her mind and soul -- are elsewhere; hopefully in a place that affords some peace. Today when I go see her, about all I'll be able to to is sit and hold her hand, and hope that she'll sense who I am, and that I love her with all my heart.
I hope that Y'all can spend a little time with your mom today, and if not spend a little thought with her. jd