With Mother’s Day quickly approaching (hint, hint), a teacher asked her 3rd grade students to write a brief description of their mother.  She gave it as home work. 

 

The next morning, she had each of them stand and read what they had wrote.  Some wrote about how their mother was nice, loving, and always there.  Others wrote how that they did not have a mother, but a man.  Still others wrote about how they did not know their mother because she had left and dad stepped into her role also.

 

As you guessed, there is one in every crowd.  One little boy walked up front.  He asked the teacher if he really had to read his writing.  She told him he did.  With a great sigh, he began.  “My mom is never home.  I really don’t know what she does. My mom beats my dad because he needs it she says.  She drinks beer and smokes funny cigars.  I am glad when she lives.”

 

He returned to his chair in silence.  A stunned teacher quickly changed topics.  Later that day, she pulled the little boy to the side.  “You must be mistaken,” she said.  “That must be your daddy.”

 

The boy shook his head.  “Dad is in a wheelchair.”  He looked out the window.  “I am glad when mom is gone.  I can take care of daddy then.”

 

This is a true event.  It did happen.  Sadly, what the little boy told, happens in this nation more than realized. 

 

If you have a mother, who takes the time to be with you, love you, listen to you; then you have some one special.