I won't even bother quoting the song in this case. Lets just jump right into it shall we?
I'd like to start off by saying I love my mother. A lot. I'm sure everyone who's had a single mother can and most likely will give similar stories. I'm sure they're all different and unique in their own ways, and I'm sure we'll all feel ours is more special because that's just how people are, but I'm sorry to tell you that my mom tops the list. I don't really speak to my mother or sit down and bond with her often enough, but when I catch myself I definitely try a little harder. Before anyone thinks it's simply because she brought me into this world, I must love her then you're wrong. I've seen countless cases of parents and offspring genuinely hating eachother. Thankfully that's not the case with me and my mom. First off, Ms. Joy Miller is Jamaican. We all have that one friend (or we are that one friend) with the West Indian family and you think that child is totally getting abused. That's not how it goes down. That's love in it's purest form. Because I don't know how many times I have seen that look in my mother's eyes when you can read the words in the air. "I'm going to beat you to within an inch of your life, then beat that inch to within another inch, then I'm going to beat you back to full health and restart the cycle". Yet no matter how much I've tried her patience, she never has, and if she did I would certainly understand. Why? I'm not condoning child abuse so relax. More often than not, a child gets an "ass'in" because they did something wrong and it's meant as disciplinary measures. Why discipline your child? Because you want them to be a good person and know right from wrong and become a productive member of society. Somehow my mother managed to do just that without ever raising a hand to me (despite all the threats).
I just really want to address how much I really do love my mother. We don't disagree all that much, but we all have those moments where it's like "Mom. C'mon son..C'MON!" You know. Gotta catch her with the Ed Luva out of frustration. Thanks to her own unique means of disciplinary measures, I think I turned out to be a pretty damn good person. My mother has been the foundation for any and every selfless act I perform at it's basest level. Sure I may think "I'm doing this for whoever", but the fact is I'm only that way because of my mom. I've seen her go to war and back just to please those around her, and I don't just mean direct family. Joy has taught me what it truly means to care about other people. I don't think my grandmother knew what she was doing when she named my mother that, because that was the ultimate coincidence. I know for a fact my mother has brought joy to so many people's lives, and never wanted anything in return. If she's gone out of her way for you, and you were a good person, she has no problem with it at all and more often than not that good deed carries over and in turn helps her. If you turned out to be a dreadful human being, my mother still won't revoke her good will, but she's less inclined to ever do for you again and takes it as a learning experience. She has instilled the values of friendship in me without ever even knowing.
She's taught me responsibility too, despite the fact I can seem so irresponsible (being gone days on end without a word or seemingly sleeping all day). No matter how tired or exhausted, or difficult it was she always found a way to take care of my family. I remember when she worked in Manhattan and then in Jersey and she still found a way to make sure I was safe on the commute to school with a ride in the morning and the evening. On those rare days she had free time and I was off from school, she'd drag me everywhere with her, and I learned the routes throughout most of New York than I knew to spell my government name. It drove me mad because I couldn't just stay home and waste away in front of the television. Now I'm glad for that considering I can get anywhere in a reasonable amount of time without breaking the speed limit. She also taught me critical thinking and how to be impatient on the road. Too many traffic lights? Ha! Let's take back roads with stop signs instead. Traffic? Take local streets.
The worst part about going anywhere with my mom is she always wanted to show me off to her friends. As of late, since I can drive myself and disappear, if she catches me home she'll say "Come with me, let me show people how handsome my son is." Oh boy. And that's really not even so bad, so imagine that's the WORST thing I can think of. On any drive she always made sure I was as comfortable as possible.
We bond whenever it comes to driving though. That's one thing I can't deny. We'll talk about routes we've taken places, or where they put up new traffic cameras, or the toll routes, or the mileage on our cars, or Top Gear, and that can easily consume hours. I'm pretty sure my mother is The Stig. She just won't tell me.
My mother isn't so old fashioned as she is "in the know". Because you can tell her anything and the old fashioned part of her brain will make the facial expression, but the rest will kick in with the times and conventional thoughts, keeping her very well rounded (she even knows Lil Wayne is retarded). When it comes down to it, I know I can have a sit down conversation with my mother about anything, and if it's ever that overwhelming and I do so she's the most understanding person in the world. Most of the time she can tell something's wrong even though it's nothing I can't handle and she'll ask anyway out of courtesy. I do my best to tell her everything though in my own time.
I've pretty much addressed every scenario I could face with my mom in just three unspecified situations. The point? I really, really love my mom and I want to make her exceptionally proud of me some day. She's not the kind to want overly expensive things, but I want to be able to give them to her anyway. I want her to be able to take a break when she wants and live comfortably without a care in the world. I've seen her work so hard for as long as I can remember and she's had to deal with so much, she really deserves a break. A lot of people reward their moms with "Spa Days" or weekend cruises. I want her to have spa months and year-round cruises. I want her to look at something and just because she thinks it's nice she can have it without a worry. I don't want her to have to worry about bills, or vehicle repairs, or what time she has to wake up or how late she has to work. I know a lot of people want this for their parents, but I'll be damned if one way or another my mom doesn't get it. Because Joy Miller, my mommy deserves the very freaking best and I love my mommy.
Author's Note: (I hear I get my writing ability from her amongst other traits)
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