Honestly I don’t remember much about the year I was born except for the fact that I was the stereotypical momma’s boy. I hated going to school even as I got older but this was very much the case at this point and time because going to school meant I would be away from mom. It turns out that some things never change though as I still am considered to be a momma’s boy some thirty years later. This is a fact that is made apparent by the number of times I call her in one day despite her constant pleas for me to have me own life. The problem is that I will always credit her for the amazing way I grew up and I have to be honest in saying that I wasn’t the greatest son in the world as a child. I was constantly getting into trouble and arguing with mom ETC. There was even a time when she felt I did not respect her. However, given what has occurred between us between then and now, I’m sure she wishes I didn’t respect her so much, at least not to a point where I call her as much as I do. To this day, I’m still mommy’s little boy but mommy’s little boy is an over obsessed 34 year old man who his mother feels needs to live his own life. I do however feel at peace with the comfort of knowing that mom in some way does appreciate all I have tried to give her over the years despite the belief that I had which I felt I could have done better. One thing is for sure. You can say a lot of things about me, some which are harsh and maybe even hurtful…but you can never say that I don’t love my mom.
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