Mom 1

Writing about your own mother is a difficult topic. Easy to think about, but hard to express. As a male, apparently the common paradigm is the lack of allowed expressiveness and a somewhat diminishing appearance when one maintains a close relationship with one`s mother. However, as I often remember that most of my life can be traced back to the things, big or small, that my mother taught me, I think it is only prudent that I write about some of them. 

First, though, I would like to express how much I am thankful for my mom. She is a woman of interesting attitude and personality that I find to be very inspiring. I am sure that most people feels that way about their mother, but I would also like to note that perhaps not all are in the same boat. I sincerely hope that this writing helps you, perhaps, reconnect with your mother or in some ways able to overcame any difficulties you had in this matter.

I guess I can start by telling a memory. Once upon a time, apparently boys tend to grow up and not hug, kiss, or hold their mother`s hands anymore. Often I overheard my mother responding to other people reporting of that issue and my mother would respond with a touch of empathetic remark but said that luckily she had not had that problem yet with me.

Even then I can sense the touch of anxiety of when would that phase reached me.
And so I decided to never let her have that problem.

Hugging your mother is never "out". Glad I learned that early.