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Call Your Mother

Mother: (n) Female parent

Can y’all believe that this is the definition given in Webster’s Dictionary for the word Mother?  I expected the definition to be so long that it’d take up too much of my page, not that I’d have to elaborate on it.  But here’s my elaboration:

Mother: (n) Supporter, Nurse, Caregiver, Nurturer, Provider, Cheerleader, Gatekeeper, Best Friend, Guardian.  The person in your life on whom you can count for anything and everything.  The one person who will give up everything for you and stay up all night worrying about you (even when you’re an adult).  The one who will cry tears of sadness in your despair and shed tears of joy in your happiness.

Mye.  BB.  My mom.

My mom and I like to spend time together.  We always have.  We used to go to concerts quite often.  In looking back at our favorite musicians, I can see a trend in the lyrics to some of their songs.  The lines seem to define our relationship.

Our first concert together?  Richard Marxx.  Yep, this Richard Marxx.  The feathering.  The jeweled bracelet.  Lord have mercy, clutch my pearls.


“Wherever you go, whatever you do

I will be right here waiting for you.

Whatever it takes, or how my heart breaks.

I will be right here waiting for you.”

 

Next up, Michael Bolton.  Long-hair-flowing-in-the-wind-machine Michael Bolton.  What a hunk of burnin’ love.  I said I loved you but I lied.  Not!

michael-bolton

 

“Baby, you don’t know what it’s like.

Baby, you don’t know what it’s like.

To love somebody, to love somebody

The way I love you.”

 

 

 

 

Rod Stewart.  Rockin’ Rod.  Have I told you lately that I love you?


“May the good Lord be with you down every road you roam.

And may sunshine and happiness surround you when you’re far from home.

And may you grow to be proud, dignified and true.

And do unto others as you’d have done to you.

Be courageious and be brave

And in my heart you’ll always stay

Forever young.”

 

 

We were in the front row at Jimmy Buffett one year.  It was better than a cheeseburger in paradise.

 

“Laughin’ and a runnin’

Skipping’ and a jumpin’

In the misty mornin’ fog with our hearts a thumpin’

It was you, my brown eyed girl

You, my brown eyed girl.”

 

The penultimate of all 80’s bands?  You guessed, it: Journey.  Don’t stop believin’ that they’re freaking awesome.

 

“One love, feeds the fire.

One heart, burns desire.

Wonder who’s crying now?

Two hearts, born to run.

Who’ll be the lonely one

One love, who’s crying now?”

 

And my favorite of all, the concert we saw more than any other, was Aerosmith.  If you’re not aware of my love of Aerosmith then you just don’t even know me.  Have we met?  My name is Melissa and I’m obsessed with Aerosmith.  Steven Tyler screeching, hopping around the stage with long scarves tied around his microphone.  And all the fringe and long feather earrings.  <Swoon>


 

 

“Sing with me, sing for the year.

Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear.

Sing with me, just for today

Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away.”

 

Even as I’ve grown older and had my own children, I still make it a habit to spend time with mom.  Once a month we go to dinner or a movie or get a pedicure or see a play.  Just the two of us.

Why?  Because your mother is your first friend and your always friend.  She’s the only one you know for a fact has your back.  Your mother is the one who loves you the most.  Always.  So stop what you’re doing, pick up the phone and call your mother.  Better yet, take her to a concert.

Happy Birthday to the one who loves me the most.

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