An Ode To Mom
Webster’s dictionary defines “ode” as; a song or a lyric poem usually marked by exaltation of feeling and style, varying length of line, and complexity of stanza forms. Okay, so this might not be a true form ode, but it’s still an exaltation of feeling and style for my Mom.
As the days continue to pass by we find ourselves at another Mother’s Day. A day to remember, cherish and thank God for our Mom’s. My Mom is probably the best in the whole world. I know, I know, everyone says that, but that’s a good thing too. After all, whoever we are, and whomever our Mom might be, we should think of her as the best Mom in the whole wide world.
Mom’s are always there, no matter what. Somewhere in the Mom handbook they’ve discovered how to bandage the boo boo, wipe tears from eyes, prepare favorite dinners and desserts, and do everything else imaginable, and unimaginable, without a word of complaint. Where do they find their energy? It must come from some super-hero secret handbook on Motherhood. I know I could never keep up with my Mom, but I also know I’ve learned a lot from her. Mom taught me to cook, to clean, and yes, even wipe a runny nose or two on my own kids. She’s also taught me how to persevere in the face of difficulties when ends didn’t seem to meet and when sickness seemed to strike out of no-where.
I guess after saying all of that, I’d have to say the best lesson I’ve learned from my Mom in this “Ode to Mom” is that no matter what, we can be Overcomer’s as we face anything in life head on, and keep moving forward.
Thanks for the wonderful lessons of perseverance and how to be an overcomer Mom!
Have a blessed day.
Love, your son,
Rus
(Am I your favorite?) 
