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Matt…..wearing funky glasses.

I am so proud of my son….he had at least 20 college hours credit when he graduated from High School. But besides that….he had people who looked up to him.

Here is a poem that an undergraduate wrote to him…..as a senior in High School….it shows how he was looked up to as a person. It makes me proud to know that he had such a great influence on someone elses’ world.

Dear MO,

Its’s been great

you helped me out

When I swam an eight

I started to pout

But you stopped me

Because you know us best

You taught me

That I matter to West

You have rare traits

Motivation, Determination, Kindness

Girls ask you for many dates

Your’re really mindless

High in your class

It won’t be the same

When high-school you pass

Leave us behind; to fame

To a girl with priss

Fame is what you get; to you only a game

How much of us do you miss?

You won’t see me win

STATE with a ten

The parties, the girls, don’t mean much

You drop all those things and see me push?

The LIMITS, the BOUNDARIES, the CAGE in I live

You be richer than George Bush

100% effort you give

How much stronger can you get?

With this level of fit

Work every bit

Your shoes always chill

Always in style

I’m glad I don’t pay that bill

A huge money pile

There’s so much more to say

When I’m tall I’ll be in an ice-bay

You doing real good

Staying alive

Eat lotta food

Shoe-size 2five

Never a mistake

Staying so quiet

You’re no fake

What Others try to take

Only what’s yours

Take a stick slaughter them all

Just a joke, but I’m keeping scores

Hard-style is better than Dub

Only a G could make such noise

Don’t go in a pub

When hanging with your boys

Or get a face rub

On a police car

The world is your toy

This is the many decades of MO

Not a year of Roy

I’ll cry when you go

Always Thankfully Mantis.

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Mother’s Day actually made me sad this year…..I never thought it would affect me this way.  Of course, most things that affect us, we  believe we are ready for and our expectations of them are waaaaaaay off .  But isn’t that how life is?  We have thought out in our minds how things are supposed to happen, and we also believe that we are capable of handling things that are unexpected or when the inevitable happens, well, we just assume we can deal with it.

Well…..”poof”!  Just like that my little boy was transformed from a sweet little pooh bear, to a young man!  How did that happen!!!  I miss my little “pooh bear”.

Here is a picture of my “baby” after his first swim lesson at the YMCA.     Isn’t he the cutest baby swimmer you have ever seen?  For those of you who don’t know….when teaching a baby how to swim….it is kind of barbaric…..they teach you to blow into their face so they close their eyes (and hopefully close their mouth), then you dunk them under water.   Come to think of it….sounds worse than water-boarding….but that’s a different subject that will need to be discussed at a later time.

16 months old, first swim lesson, getting water out of ears....NOT happy.

Back to my “mother’s lament”.  I felt so bad that day……dunking him into the water….over and over….the poor kid must have thought I was trying to kill him!

Well, eventually he realized we weren’t trying to kill him, and he flourished as a happy, smart, and normal child….as you can see by this picture of him with the turtle he found in our flower garden (while helping mom pull weeds probably).

Fortunately…..he wasn’t traumatized by the swim lessons as a baby…..and turned out to like it! (Maybe he figured he had better adapt to this “water” thing as it wasn’t going away), but anyway….he wanted to be on the swim team in school in Jr. High….and continued on into high school.

Here is a picture of him this last summer…..competing…..

His best event is the “Breaststroke”, and here he is  doing just that………

I’m kind of upset with him as he tells me our pool isn’t big enough….or rather long enough….( he wants an olympic sized pool…..and ours is just doesn’t cut it….spoiled).

Well, he started his first job yesterday…..as a Lifeguard at the high school pool where he swims everyday…..he is driving, working, and hopefully finding out what he will want to do with his life…..while being a sophmore in high school.  I hope and pray he will do something he really loves…..as that is so important in life.  If you don’t like what you do….what is the use?

I miss my little boy….but am proud that he has turned into such a wonderful person!

He has many colleges that are soliciting him for  attendance to their institution…..I keep telling him he has no idea how lucky he is to “decide” which one he wants to go to.  A consolidation for me is that I have raised someone who will hopefully make a difference in the world, and be happy while doing it!

But…..I still miss my little pooh bear.

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