My Mom was Mother Teresa ? Part#1

Every man wants to believe that his Mom is a saint like Mother Teresa! You may remember the TV moms like Happy Days or Leave it to Beaver or Walton. Well that wasn’t my Mom. Her maiden name was Jacqueline Lalonde and what she lacked in classy lady like behavior she made up in loyalty, dedication and enduring personality. Life with an alcoholic requires this. When the teachers miss treated her children it was my Mom who came to the school to fight for there respect. For the first few years we had to walk two miles from the bus stop to our home. It was my Mom who held us from school in protest to finally getting a school bus to come and pick us up every day. My Mom was proud and she was not ashamed to make a stand when injustice was being directed at her family. For some time she kept a garden on our farm but my fondest memories are of her staying up all night baking bread for her family. She had perfected her bread recipe to an art. She would walk four miles a day to catch a bus to her house cleaning part time job. On payday she would carry her groceries the two mile distance from the bus stop to our house. Sometime caring as much as 4 bags full. She is to this day my inspiration to living a life with pride and honor. To this day I think of her when ever I make a stance against injustice. She had another side that wasn't what we would conceder lady like. She was a devout fan of Wrestling. Once a week you could find her at the edge of her sofa screaming at the wrestling show. Then there was her Hockey! I don’t think I've met any hockey fan louder during a game yet! Looking through her old photos with her one day she would name off some of the autograph pictures of wrestlers with out any sign of shame in her face. As a teenager I was embarrass of this part of her pass but now as an adult I respect her personal passions . I remember on summer weekends we would sit outside at the picnic table and I would machine role cigarettes for her a she sipped on her lemon lime drink. It was only later in life that I discovered her lemon lime drink was spiked with Gin all that time. My Mom had a good sense of humor considering the first 20 years of her marriage. She did her best to create special moments for us despite the fact we had no money most of the time. I especially remember our annual visit to the fair, her combing my hair for school and her picking strawberries with us annually that she would convert into a reserve of winter jams. My Mom was loyal to her family but she was also loyal to her husband which caused her to have to cover up allot of embarrassing moments during the years.