More Than a Mom

I have been quite surprised to find out my mom is, well, more than just a mother. It seems like an obvious conclusion that any normal son should draw within the first few waking hours of ones' life. But no, it's just now dawning on me at the ripe old age of 24.

As most of you know, my mom is undergoing an intense battle of cancer. Since I prefer to only expose my private life at will, I will keep hers' at that short description. However this has been a very serious week which has necessitated all of my family to return from all over the country and also for me to return from Japan.

The thing I have discovered is that my mom is more than just a mother. She is also a sister, a friend, and even, get this...a troublemaker! I have listened to some of her friends recount stories of what they did when they were kids or even as college students. Frankly I've always thought my mom simply did her homework and perhaps read Laura Ingles Wilder. But no! She too went to college parties, was adventurous and traveled the countryside on road trips and more! Can you believe it?! I can't!

Fascinating what you can find out about one's life. I will truly have ammunition on her now when she gets out of the hospital to say, "But when you were a girl you did..." Don't think I don't plan on using this new found knowledge to my advantage!

Seriously though, it is great to see the outpouring of love that has been dedicated to my mom. In my selfish mind she has only lived to serve me and perhaps my brothers. But behind the scenes, outside of the Blackwell household, she has been doing the very same for many others throughout the years. Hopefully we can all hope the same holds true for us when our critical point in life comes.

Love ya Mom!


Mgam said...

It's funny how our parents don't like to tell stories on themselves. It's always interesting to listen to stories from those who knew them as kids and young adults. I think it's your duty to use it to your advantage!! :-)

Anonymous said...

It has been a strange experience over the last few years, realizing that my parents are actually real people, with the same feelings, flaws, and experiences that I have. I will always look up to them, but it's also nice to begin getting to know them on an adult level. Getting to know them for who they really are.

Blake, to answer the question you left on my blog...I don't think you and I have actually met, but there's only a couple of "degrees of separation" between us in several directions. Matt Gambill's been a good friend of mine for a long time, and my cousin Jonathan was Peter Rice's roommate at OC. Also, Mandy Johnston is my very good friend, and I think she knows you?

Anyway...feel free to visit and comment on my blog anytime. It's comment-deficient. ;o)

Anonymous said...

Sorry...the previous comment is from me, Courtney. angeltwist.blogspot.com. The system wouldn't let me log in for some reason.

Ashley said...

Hey Blake. I haven't talked to you in quite a while...but found your blog through someone else's. I just wanted you to know that I'm thinking of you and your family and I hope things improve so you can return to Japan.

It is crazy how as we grow up we learn to appreciate our parents more and see them more as humans and friends than as our parents. Yet...I'm realizing it's one of the greatest blessings to have my mom as my friend...just as you are realizing what a blessing it is!

Ashley Little