A Mother's Love

Mother and son!!

This week I decided to celebrate family.  One thing I do know is the love I have for my family, and that

 love has always been given freely. So today I decided to celebrate the love I see between my mother

and her youngest child. Do not be mistaken; my mother loves all five of her children, but the bond she

has with my little brother is like no other. So here goes!

This love tells a true story of an unconditional love the attachment that a mother has with her last born son that God forbid if anything ever happened to him, the mother would be more than heartbroken. This love tells of a love so great that through it, God healed all of the boy’s so called disabilities. You see this boy was born prematurely, and the doctors said he would have so many problems. Basically, he was written off by the doctors. They said he might not walk, he might not talk, and he would not grow very tall. At best he would be lucky to grow to 5 feet. The boy was always sick, in and out of the hospital he went for doctors’ visits. At one point, he wore leg braces, had chronic asthma attacks, and underwent speech and physical therapy. Of course, I will not fail to mention the late night tarries whenever he was sick. You see, his mother was willing to sacrifice her life to make sure her little boy would grow up to be normal just like the rest of her children. She loved him so much that she named him after her own father. It was almost as if her son was her father reincarnated. It felt like her father’s spirit came back to comfort her through her precious little boy. The little boy equally loved the grandfather he never met but cherished him through stories told to him by his mother and older siblings. It felt like his grandfather’s soul was wrapped around him because sometimes he would cry for him wishing he had known him like his older siblings. Mother and son were so close that the most amazing thing always happened when mother was away. Her son would get a fever and get so sick that the only thing that would make him better was when his mother came back home. Instantly he would be well again appearing as if he had not been sick. The little boy needed his mother so much you would think she was the air he breathed and his was all the love she needed.

Today this not so little boy is 15 years old, stands at 6 feet 7 inches, wears size 16 shoes, and is well read and well spoken. Extremely talented, I call him a genius. He is respectful and is growing up to be a very handsome young man. I am very proud to call him my little big brother. Most of all, he is still very close to his mother and the both of them share a very special bond.
There is nothing like love within a family. Take the time to celebrate your family!!!
Until Next time,
Peace, Love and Hair Grease!
#Rocksteady!!