That is the day I was born to this beautiful woman. That is the day she was told that I would not live but a few days, I am so glad the doctors were wrong. Being a "sickly" child I was given more attention growing up than my sister or brothers. It did not matter how old I was, every time I would see her she would ask if I was feeling okay. Each time she would say " You look pale." "You look like you lost some weight." Up to the last week of her life she was still concerned about my health.
Growing up, every Sunday she would take me to get an ice cream sundae. Once a month she would drive 25 miles to get me a chocolate pie at a small bakery in Cleburne Tx.
No she did not spoil me, she was just making sure I was okay.
I think I was about 9 or 10 yrs old, when the doctors stopped given me a death sentence, but that never stopped my mom from treating me special. I guess as children, we see our mothers as our care taker.
As we become adults we see them as an adviser on life issues.
When they pass away, we look at mothers in a whole different way.
We see them as Angels that protected us our whole life. Someone that would away be there for us.
I now understand that my mother was the Guardian Angel of my life. She still is, just in a different location now.
My hope is that my children and their children will see their mother's as a Guardian Angel while they are still alive.
A Texan's Hope
Beautiful story
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