A Son's Musings

Over the years I would give my mother these musing for Mother's Day, birthdays, holidays etc. They will shed some light on why my mom is cooler than yours.

Just a quick thought... Cherie has just finished her Master's degree and I'd like to go on record saying that within the next five years she will decide to pursue her doctoral degree. We've talked about it briefly and she seems to think she is too old or perhaps it's too hard. The notion that it's too hard makes me chuckle because she has long since proved that anything she puts her mind to is well within her grasp... Think about it, if you asked her ten years ago would she have should she could accomplish the following: 1) Secure the creation and preservation of the IBHM 2) Earn her Degree 3) Cut a CD 4) Become a Diversity Consultant 5) Amass over a dozen pieces of real estate 6) Cope with the death of both parent and finish her Master's degree while doing so 7) Receive a Jefferson Award 8) Be on a first name basis with the Who's Who of Boise... DOC?... I'd definitely take that bet... (but can the world handle a Johnson with a doctoral degree?)

"I don't see why you worry..." it almost makes me chuckle even writing it. On many occasion I've said these words to my mother when she says "you know I worry about you" shortly after discussing whatever physical activity has sparked my interest. When I sit back a think about it I guess I've given her a reason two worry over the years... Off the top of my head a few things come to mind: one time I said that to her in regards to my playing football and asking why she had not been to a game and the following Saturday I shattered my C-1 vertebra why out of town for a game and she got a phone call explaining "your son broke his neck"... then there was my next hobby, boxing, and she and I had another heart to heart about my being safe and a few days later I come running through her front door my body's vital systems shutting down due to an unexplained instance of anaphylactic shock shortly after a sparring session. Then there was the breaking of the neck (yeah again) as a result of not paying attention to some of the signals my body was giving me while boxing and playing basketball and ended having to get it repaired yet again... But even through my ill advised sports endeavors she always supported me even when she didn't understand what was motivating me to do so. She has always been "in my corner" (get it, boxing) even when she'd rather I not take part in any of these activities at all... Having a son such as myself will definitely age ya, but having a devoted mother will give you the strength to make it through whatever hardship your ill fated hobbies bring...

Real Estate agent, public speaker, singer, counselor, or a diversity consultant? It depends what day you catch her she "wears many hats" as they say. The funny thing is she has somehow figured a way to devote time to all of those activities without sacrificing any of them. Usually when I'm talking to someone and I mention, "yeah my mom does..." the person I am speaking to assumes that this is what she does as a job, but these are all different aspects of Cherie and she takes part in them in addition to her work week. In a time when most people complain about needing "me time" or waste countless hours actively doing nothing she has decided to sink her time into a little bit of everything. When I look at how much she contributes to others in the course of a month it is truly something to behold...

I went by my parents today to get a look at Cherie's latest incarnation. The outcome of a few hours of discomfort she has leaves her with what should be about a year of brushing, flossing, and days of not eating. She has gone ahead and done the unthinkable and willing fully got braces. A woman with thirty year old kids getting braces may seem like no big deal to the untrained eye but there is a story behind her waiting until now to get the "metal in the mouth." As a child I had braces for few years as did my brother. My mother was adamant about her children not having an "ugly mouth" and took all necessary action to make sure we ended up with "pretty teeth." At the time I didn't share her enthusiasm for dentistry but in hindsight I thank her for all she did. As usual my mother put the welfare and needs of her kids before herself. I know of many parent who make it a point to make sure they look good but would never consider doing without for themselves in order to do for their children... And because of her sacrifice of self I have avoided "ugly mouth" and my mother is just now experiencing the never ending thrills of orthodontics and for that I thank her...

Just left my mom's house and we got into yet another debate regarding lifestyles. Without getting into the specifics in regards to our opposing views regarding the matter one thing was apparent... my mother passionately believes in and dedicates herself to the pursuit of equality for those who are members of the GLBTQA (unsure of current proper name... is seems to change) community. Even though I strongly disagree with some her views on the whole "alternative" issue, I have to respect her tireless dedication to something she believes in and sacrificing her time and energy to a cause that does not directly affect her life and instead does so because she feels it is right thing to do...

Author's note:

This was decades ago and before I had the "NPR story Church allows gays in the preisthood..." epiphany. This made clear what I did not previously understand. Logical deductive reasoning accomplished what debate could not.

My reasoning:

Premise: Gays can believe in God
Therefore: Gays can join the priesthood
Marriage: An oath taken before God
Conclusion: If Gays can believe in God then they can also marry.
(Secular or spirtual marriage)

Last weekend my mother decided to have a birthday party at Chuck E Cheese. The party included myself, my step dad (almost 70), my mother (54), a twenty year old a fifteen year old, a thirteen year old, and three very rowdy five, four and a three year old. Now common sense would tell ya that junk food, video games, birthday cake, and pizza all mixed with some rowdy children is a recipe for disaster when you are fifty four and seventy... I think part of me went just to see if they could handle it... After about thirty minutes you could see my mother's patience begin to wear thin... She did a great job but you can see she is no longer the patient, calm cool and collective woman who so easily handle thirty rambunctious five year olds (as she did at my birthday parties.) She got a lil tense, looked a lil tires, but she still pushed on... What really struck a nerve with me was the fact that she knew that this was going to be a headache but she did it because she felt it was something that had to be done for the child... Whereas most people would have said "that kid could should have a birthday party" very few would go the extra step to make sure he had one and to an active role and giving him a birthday party... the children all had a great time and would not have had a party had she not given them one... I applaud my mother's efforts...

More musings will be added...