Happy birthday to my mom! My mom turns a young 85 years old on Sunday! My mom means so much to me. She inspires me every day. What she sacrificed for us all when my dad passed away is my strength to get through each and every day of my life!
When I see my mom, I get a feeling in my heart and soul that I can’t describe. You just want to hug her and you just want to smile when you see my mom.
My mom isn’t strong as she used to be. BUT, she’s still my mom. My mom doesn’t say too many words anymore, BUT she’s still my mom. She doesn’t have to be physically strong anymore and she doesn’t have to say anything, because she can still communicate just by the way she looks at me.
I don’t know how my mom did it back then. I don’t know how she raised 5 kids by herself. It’s amazing to me that on Father’s Day 1970 when I was just 5 years old my dad died and from that moment forward, my mom took control. My mom had to find a job for the first time in her life. She had to learn to drive for the first time in her life. BUT, the one thing she didn’t have to learn, was how to love. We had so much love in our home when I was just a little boy.
I didn’t know to miss having a dad when I was young, because my mom took care of it all. I didn’t know I was raised without that much money, because my mom took care of it all.
She drove me to my basketball games at the Boy’s Club when I was 10. She drove me to my guitar lessons when I was 14. She even drove me to my first day at work at a radio station when I was 16.
I never—never had anything and I know that she worried about it.
My mom took care of so many people that came through our home over the years in Chula Vista. Kids ranaway to our home. Kids never were hungry when they came to my mom’s home.
My mom had 5 kids, but so many people called her mom.
I believe there are so many angels watching over my mom right now. I believe there are hundreds of people that have passed on and their spirit is just hanging out with my mom. I feel those spirits when I go to her house. I walk out of my mom’s home with warmth in my heart.
I wish when I was a teenager and even younger than that, that I knew what my mom was doing for me. I am sorry for anything I ever did wrong as a kid and I am sorry for anytime I ever disrespected my mom.
I wish I can go back in to time and be a kid playing football in the street next to my mom’s home in Chula Vista and be playing with all the kids on the block and smelling the food coming out of the house and hearing my mom play piano and then right before it got dark, hear my mom yell my name TOMMY to come in to eat dinner.
I wish I can feel that time when I was a little boy sitting next to my mom on the piano and watching her play again.
Happy birthday to my mom!
I love you mom!