As the youngest child, whenever Mom would introduce me she would say, "This is my baby". With a smirk on her face she would say, "he hates it when I say that" While this may have been true when I was a child, As I grew older I came to realize the honor of being her baby. It is no secret that I was and am a Mommas boy. My siblings got real tired of hearing my whining voice crying out, "Mom, Mom" whenever I didn't get my way.
When I was only 16, My Dad passed away. As all of my brothers and sister were older and moved out, it was only Mom and myself at home. Mom always worried about me when I was out late. It came to be a habit that when I got home I would knock on the door and say, "Mom, I'm home" She would say,"ok honey" This went on for years. I would always come home and say, "Mom, I'm home" She would say, "ok honey"
I am terribly sad now because I know I will never be able to knock on the door and let her know that I am home. I do have joy in my heart however knowing that Mom, you are now home.
Love from your "Baby"
