How do I describe my own mother, the most important women in my life who without I wouldn’t have a life. And how do I do that in a blog. Which I guess is the challenge of this blog, right. I guess the way I would do that would be to look at people who I truly respect who’ve influenced my life. and those people are people men and women who are never satisfied and never completely happy who are never interested in settling. Not that they are depressed people always looking for the negative and only feel good when tears are flowing down their faces. Who want to hang around depressed people all the time. I think that would even be depressing for shrinks, because it would be like going to a depression convention. Listening to nothing, but sad stories all the time. But what I’m talking about is someone who doesn’t let the people they care about and love settle when they know they can do better. Always looking for that edge who doesn’t settle for mediocrity always pushing the people they love to do the best they can. And that’s how I would describe my mom.
My mom is not only someone who doesn’t let her sons settle for being okay or good. And I’m one of three sons, my parents have three kids all boys, but she’s also someone whose always looking to challenge her kids. And try to get them to do something they normally wouldn’t do, especially if it’s good for them. And she knows they would be successful at it and would even enjoy it. I can give you a small example of that and a big example of that. When I was a kid my mother was always pushing mashed potatoes on me, even though she knew I didn’t like them and I wouldn’t eat them. And she would keep saying, “these are really good you should try them I think you’ll like them I made them different this time.” And so forth, I hated mashed potatoes my whole time as a kid.
But at some point as an adult I guess in my mid twenties I tried mashed potatoes one more time I guess. Either made by mom like on Thanksgiving, or perhaps at a restaurant where the mashed potatoes came with the meal. And actually liked them and have loved mashed potatoes ever since. As an adult and eat practically every time I’m eating meatloaf, or steak, or some type of meat like that. I guess my mom built up my tolerance for mashed potatoes as a kid and I grew to love them as an adult and they are also good for me. A bigger example of my mother’s influence on me has to do with what I’m doing at this very moment. Which is blogging and writing.
Ten years probably before blogging was a major industry, Mom knew I was a political junky from our family conversations and she suggested I should write a letter to the editor at the Washington Post about politics. I wish I had done that now, but I wasn’t even thinking about writing online at that point. And wasn’t sure what I wanted to do professionally. I wish I had done that, but I’m not blogging without my mother. And people who I use to work with at a bookstore and I have them to thank for that especially my mother. Who I’ll always love and be grateful for.