3/17/2023 0 Comments Tupac unconditional love lyricBut I loved the fact that they both tackled my heinous crime differently and, thanks to that look of sheer disgust on her face, I never did shoplift again. Mom considered this gross misconduct on dad’s part and they likely entered skirmish the moment I fled the scene. I pondered momentarily how much a murder would pay out, then thanked my lucky stars, counted each of my blessings, and quit will I was ahead. So I was pleasantly surprised when he reached into his pocket, pulled out a crisp five-pound note, and suggested I go rent us a movie. Once we arrived home, I fully expected another grilling from my father. It wasn’t her furious anger that stayed with me, but the look of crushing disappointment is one I will never likely forget. When she came to pick me up, mom looked like she had just done ten rounds with Kimbo Slice, and the look on her face said everything and so much more besides. However, like any thief, I started to consider myself infallible and, when the gargantuan hand of the store security guard landed on my shoulder, it was inevitable that she would be getting a call. This had been going on for months and my extensive vinyl collection contains a fair few “rares” that never quite made it to the checkout. When I was fifteen, I was caught in the act of shoplifting. From the very first grazed knee to the time she caught me spanking my monkey with her cheese grater, she has known what to say and do to keep me unruffled, always putting the smile back firmly on my face. On occasions too numerous to list, when things have appeared decidedly bleak, she has constantly fought my corner, sheltering me from the storm out of natural instinct. What an astonishingly selfless lady she is, full of unconditional love and unshakable loyalty. This is not preferential treatment by any means as I owe more to this fine woman than words could ever hope to encapsulate, simply that her role was always completely different. I tend to speak often about my father as he was my personal hero growing up, and every boy needs a male role model, but seldom speak of my beloved mother. No sooner have our umbilical cords been severed, than they donate their areola for our sole suckling and when the time comes to stop breast-feeding just before our eighteenth birthdays, they continue to do their utmost to keep us out of harm’s way. I’ve got nothing but admiration for mothers. Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster “Celebrate Your Mother”
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