To The Mom: Happy Mother’s Day
When I began blogging back in December of 2005 my identity to everyone was simply "The Dan". Nobody knew my name until I announced that I was hosting a show and hoped some passionate and knowledgeable sports fanatics from Fox blogs would take a peak. Thereafter, my indentity was revealed and I clearly was not The Dan no more. Well, I’m still The Dan but you know what I mean.
The inspiration of The Dan came from one day a long time ago where I must have been in the middle of something with my mother where I noticed that she was busy doing whatever she likes to do and whatever she feels the need of doing. To clear that ackward sentence: she likes sewing, she needs to cook herself dinner (and the family because we rely on her - we admit it). But she was feeling down and a little sad. I wasn’t sure why but I had this feeling it had to do with something she didn’t want to tell me anyway. Nonetheless, she showed me a sewing project she was working on right after a sensational dinner and since I knew she was not in a cheerful mood, I uttered this line:
"You aren’t just a mom and you aren’t just my mom. You are The Mom".
She just said ok and that was that, but I felt I stumbled onto something. That something was to make my mother realize that she means a lot to me and I want to see her happy with herself. I reminded her all the time that she was The Mom. Why? Because I wanted to pump her up, make her feel proud of herself, uplift her spirits, have some fun with her etc. I just wanted to do whatever I could to let her know just how much she meant to me and tried to put a smile on her face at the same time. Even if I had to be silly I wanted her to be in a happy mood. But this weekend she is in a good mood; her favourite baseball player is Carl Crawford and he’s taking on the Blue Jays.
But now you all know the background of how I became "The Dan".
Lastly I just want to thank The Mom for everything she has done for me: driving me to all my games and tournaments growing up, for never missing a single high school baseball game of mine or my brothers (a span from 1993-2001 she attended every game), for taking me to Blue Jays games when she didn’t like going downtown, for busting my nads to clean up or do chores around the house, for loving me and ofcourse giving birth to me, and for leaving a note for me yesterday saying she was out for a bit and signing the note with the name "The". I don’t think she’s ever made me laugh harder in my life. I can say that she’s in much better spirits these days and I have never been more proud of my mother than I am today.
Happy Mothers Day Mom. To me, you are THE Mom.
