I’m writing this piece today as I reflect upon a number of ludicrous statements made about the relationship I seem to have with my mother.
It’s true that over-protective fathers are like doting Neanderthals over their little daughters, but truth be told, there’s no greater love than the love that exists between a mommy and her own son.
Still living with my darling mother has nothing to do with not wanting to leave the comfort of the nest and venture out on my own. On the contrary, the relationship I share with Mom is much deeper, much richer than some adolescent experience based on parental childcare.
Without Mom I wouldn’t be the well-rounded, level-headed, manly and successful entrepreneur I am today. Indeed, my mother is my anchor, my source.
Quite often, we share stories of love, of failed opportunities, of regrets. I honestly don’t know what I would do without my mother.
Mothers are the lifeblood of our society. Without their nurturing touch, we can never be men. I remember sampling the last suckles of her nurturing bosom when I was 7, but then her ‘tough love’ kicked in and I understood that the time had come for me to be cut loose, to start becoming the man that I am today.
On rainy nights when the power’s off, we’ll talk for hours. When I’ve had a rough day she’ll give me a shoulder rub and soothe away my anxiety. As she tells me about her trials and tribulations, I’ll rub those blessed old feet.
The relationship I enjoy with my mother is something sacred, something I treasure more than life itself, and no-one will ever take that away from me, from us.
If the gods of the Universe are smiling down upon me, when my perfect princess arrives and gives herself to me, I know that she’ll be just like my mother.
I love you Mom!