Being a mother is one of the greatest roles in my life. Mother’s Day brings back lots of memories. I remember the events that happened that tried my patience and those moments that filled me with pride so great I thought the buttons would fly off my blouse.
Our older son, Chris has been a go-getter since the day he was born. Always full of energy and ready to climb any mountain or ride down the middle of the street on his big wheel while using his sneakers for breaks, he has been a challenge.More quiet, but no less challenging, Thom always quietly supported his brother.
Thom hated homework. He explained that he should only be required to do two homework examples to show the teacher he knew how to do the work. It was a waste of his time to do an additional eight math problems. When I explained it was the rules, Thom told me, it was my job to change the rules. Thom always had so much faith in me.
In grade two the teacher read a story. She asked a question? “If dogs could talk Chris, what would the dog say?” Chris replied, “Dogs don’t talk.” This story was relayed to Steve and me at teacher’s conference with a recommendation that we teach Chris about hypothetical situations. Steve looked at the teacher and said, “Dogs don’t talk.” End of subject. We still use that phrase today.
Thom never got into situations with his teachers like Chris did, but he was not afraid to stand up for what he knew to be true. When the teacher misspoke in Greek Mythology, Thom politely corrected her. She was angry. When she related the story to us later, she said she had every intention of ramming her extra-large book down his throat the next day. When she opened the book, and learned that Thom was correct, she cried. Somewhere along the line, she had let her teaching become stale. She thanked Thom for making her a teacher again.
The boys were great kids growing up and never got into serious trouble, except when they built “The Bomb.” It was a tactical move designed to show us they did not need a baby sitter for the 1 ½ hours we were at work. Thankfully, Thom got scared at the last minute. He called me at work and told me what was happening. Their Grandmother would have shot both Steve and me if anything would have happened to either of her precious grandsons.
We were blessed to have such wonderful sons. On our 15th wedding anniversary, Chris and Thom, and some of their friends, preformed a Monty Python concert for us in our living room.
When the boys were teenagers we lived in North Andover, MA. They both played guitar and sang and made great music. I do wish Steve and I had been smart enough to have taped some of their performances, but all we have are great memories of “The Brogan Brothers.”
Thom and Chris have a great ability to interact with each other. Sometime after high school, they both worked for Verizon as directory assistance operators. When we got together for evening meals, it was often difficult to eat because Chris and Thom had us laughing so hard. They had so many great stories from work about people who called in to get the time, or asked if the local super market was having a sale. The callers just wanted someone to talk with.
Time went on and both boys married. We now have daughter-in-laws and beautiful grandchildren. Life is very good. Steve and I feel very blessed.
Our two sons have made me one of the happiest Mothers alive. The greatest gift that I receive every day is a message from each of our sons. It is only a “Hi Mom, I love you” or “Good Morning Mom, I love you.” Their families touch base with me too, and I feel warm and happy to be loved.
Other people also send me Mother’s Day cards and greetings which are greatly appreciated. I am so blessed to be loved. I wish YOU a Happy Mother’s Day.
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