www.tyleroaks.com May Newsletter
Dear Friends and Mystery Lovers,
When I was young I remember watching people with their children and thinking they were weird. I often wondered why adults were so obsessed with little creatures that were often rude to them. I didn’t necessarily ever picture myself with children, maybe one, but not until I was much older. Somehow early on two came…at once. Then it all made sense.
Moms have become the most amazing living things to me. At the sound of a cry they can literally pick up a car, fend off an attacker, or more impressively, get up several times a night for numerous years of their lives and still manage breakfast in the morning. The love a mother has for her children is still inexplicable, but it’s become a mystery I’ve experienced firsthand from both sides.
I often think about my own mom’s love for me, raising a child who didn’t seem to exhibit any of her own genes. Ironically, I have the reverse problem with my own daughters, forced to live with little people who bear the glaring traits I passed down to them. Still, whether a mother’s children resemble her inwardly, outwardly, or neither, she’s still mom: willing to get up again, become a milk machine, play the Ugly Doll game night after night, read the same book a hundred times, endure scribbles on the table, do homework, make never ending snacks, and for some, even drive a mini van.
I’m personally grateful to my mom for all those healthy lunches, tucking me in at night, no cavities, and for making my sister and I wear sunscreen. But to all moms, you are so beautiful to me, truly the strongest, most amazing creatures on the planet. Happy Mother’s Day!
When I was young I remember watching people with their children and thinking they were weird. I often wondered why adults were so obsessed with little creatures that were often rude to them. I didn’t necessarily ever picture myself with children, maybe one, but not until I was much older. Somehow early on two came…at once. Then it all made sense.
Moms have become the most amazing living things to me. At the sound of a cry they can literally pick up a car, fend off an attacker, or more impressively, get up several times a night for numerous years of their lives and still manage breakfast in the morning. The love a mother has for her children is still inexplicable, but it’s become a mystery I’ve experienced firsthand from both sides.
I often think about my own mom’s love for me, raising a child who didn’t seem to exhibit any of her own genes. Ironically, I have the reverse problem with my own daughters, forced to live with little people who bear the glaring traits I passed down to them. Still, whether a mother’s children resemble her inwardly, outwardly, or neither, she’s still mom: willing to get up again, become a milk machine, play the Ugly Doll game night after night, read the same book a hundred times, endure scribbles on the table, do homework, make never ending snacks, and for some, even drive a mini van.
I’m personally grateful to my mom for all those healthy lunches, tucking me in at night, no cavities, and for making my sister and I wear sunscreen. But to all moms, you are so beautiful to me, truly the strongest, most amazing creatures on the planet. Happy Mother’s Day!
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