Awesome

The awesome thing about life

        The steady beat of the drums being banged on, show the pulse of a steady heartbeat, like everyone's else's we have our unique heartbeat, but unlike our mothers they have a meaning for every beat, every drum noise they reproduce is our life.

     A mother is like a blessing from god. They say count your blessings, and the first one that pops in my head with a full image of her with a big white toothy smile is a woman, a woman with brown curly hair dropping to her waist, her make-up is put on firmly with precise, her shirt shows she's old, it's loose from her hips, her jeans are what we call capris, and she has those old running Nikes shoes on that she never wanted to buy new because she rather spend that money on you. Been there before day of birth, and has never have left your side even when the umbilical cord was cut off. The hug of the mother feels as if the sun kisses your skin slowly with warmth and love in every touch. She symbolizes strength, strength after we feel like giving up after out so much pressure but with her inspiring heart-felt speeches we keep riding the rainbow with determination to find the pot of gold. A mother, best friend, sister, companion. She is everything we could ask for. She is everything we could've hoped for.

        Take care of us the kids, working full time, being able to manage our home, cooking, our crazy extracurricular activities, only one person can do that, and that's the one person we wake up with most flowing beautiful, sweetest, loving angels voice saying, "Get up, it's time for school". "One mother arms are big enough to hug all her child's at one time", my mother would say on her birthday to us, when I say us is a big family of 5 different looking kids. We range from the ages of 23-10, some came out chubby like when you push the Oreo stuffing trying to make the cookies touch each other, and some came out skinny as little frail toothpicks that break before you even put them in your mouth, that's why now I understand what she means about being able to hug all of us at one time. God himself made that, and now she's passing it to us.

        When were hardheaded, selfish, trouble makers,and  there the cops putting the law down. The punishment sometimes is getting grounded, no tv, no going out for the weekend, we end up saying, "I HATE YOU", we never mean it, but we just say it because we don't think before we speak. Then we grow up, look back to the old us and we contrast our lives, thanks to those little punishments given to us, we say thank you mom. If it wasn't for her we would ended up being in the streets.

          We hold her hand, with each and every finger laced so tightly between each other, that we never want to see them gone. But as we grow, they age, the more sick they get, mored tired they get, the less we have time to spend with them, but we are blind by the sunshines light when you try to look at the sun directly that leaves a bright flashing spot you see till your eyes adjust again. That's why we have to value our mothers as if there a gold coin we don't want to give up the clerk. Our birth-givers. God made many imperfections, but our mothers were there to perfect them. We sometimes regret not spending enough time with them, but they, they appreciated every moment they gave us a lesson, shared a laugh, a tear, any type of bonding. Our mothers are the best thing god has created. A beautiful creation, with specific flaws unlike others. She's beautiful as the snow on top of a mountain, never been touched, pure, flawless. We grow up saying I WILL give her the best, I WILL show her the best, I WILL be the best she created in her womb. At then end of the day, we don't have to say I love you, because to them they already know we love them to death.

AWESOME.