the true unsung heroes

Mothers are the unsung heroes of our society. My grandmother once told my mother, "From the day your child is born to the day you die you will never stop worrying." Now that is what I call pressure. Most of us can barely stand worrying about ourselves, imagine having to worry about three other people too.

It is often said that a mother holds an intimate, inexplicable bond with her child. When her child feels pain or joy, so too does the mother. The path of motherhood is not an easy one and the women that chose this path should be commended; they have chosen a road filled with hardships that men will never fully comprehend.
lifelong dedication

From the day her child is born to the day she dies, a mother will laugh, cry, ache, and ultimately feel what her child feels. As men we don't understand this very well, yet it is crucial for understanding our mothers. Although our society increasingly shuns the role of a mother, I am not about to dismiss the idea that mothers are at the center of families. A mother is the glue that holds a family together. Mothers don't get the credit or respect they deserve these days.

my mother

Of course, being Italian just about assures that I love my mother and would do just about anything to help her out. I'm a mama's boy, you got a problem with that? I didn't think so. But the love and respect I have for my mama is not blind. She has earned it through blood, sweat and tears. She has earned it through countless nights by my side when I was feeling ill. She has earned it through the innumerable evenings and weekends spent taking my siblings and me (Italians like big families) to our sporting events. She has earned it by living less large so she could put her kids through school. Of course, my father had a lot to do with that too, but he'll get his turn on Father's Day!
by Mr Mafioso

She has earned it through self-sacrifice; my mother would go one week without food so I could eat one meal. She has earned it through her strength as a person. When she was sick, depressed or tired, she did her best to not let it show and still took care of us. She didn't burden us with the pressures of the outside world. She carried those pressures -- her pressures, our pressures and the family's pressures -- on her back the whole time. She didn't complain, fuss or make a big deal about it; that is what a good mother does. And a great, hold on, extraordinary mother she is.

She taught me fortitude in the face of hardships, courage in the face of downfalls, confidence and strength in the face of adversity, humility in the face of achievement, perseverance in the face of failure, and pride in the face of a job well done. My mom taught me a lot more things but I can only write so much. I'm sure you all get the idea (for those of you who don't get the idea, why don't you check in to the local inbred hotel for a permanent stay?).
family is the key

Our family was never rich -- we never had a brand new Cadillac parked in the driveway; come to think of it, we never had a driveway. But we had a stoop (still do in fact) and that was all we needed because we had family. At the center of it all was my mama. I'm not trying to sound sappy here boys, but I must give credit where credit is due. From birth to adulthood, my mother nurtured me and to this day I do not think I'll be able to repay my mama for all that she has done for me. But I can assure you guys of one thing: I will try hard and you should all do the same.


Happy Mother's Day to all mothers!

Watch your back boys and keep your noses clean.