A special mom's day call

I got a phone call from my son this Mother's Day. I guess that would not be considered unusual for most mom's to get calls from their children but I haven't heard from him in over two years! I knew from his sister that he had been having difficulty with drugs and that his dad had paid for his rehab. But of all my kids I never expected a call from him and it was wonderful to hear his voice.

He told me he had been on meth. That he had tried to kick it once and then had slid back into using it. He finally lost all that he had and went to his dad for help. His dad hasn't always been nice to him. So he was surprised when he asked his dad to help him that he did. I am thankful for it. I know his dad has the money to do it. I on the other hand make very little money and would not have been able to help him.

Anyway, he is off all drugs including pot which I know he has smoked since a teen and is not even drinking. Hurray for him. I hope he makes it this time.

He says that he is passing through Seattle next weekend and wants to drop by with his girlfriend and her child. I said yes. I do know that sometimes what he says he will do he doesn't so I have that lingering doubt that it will happen. But I am keeping my fingers crossed that he will. I haven't seen him in so long and I have worried so much about him. It would be nice to wrap my arms around him in a big hug.

My daughter called too, she is the sweetest and most caring girl. We have a special relationship that I cherish. I miss my kids, all of them. I have five more, adopted and on their own. They don't always call but I know sooner or later they will call just to say hello and that makes it mother's day when they do.

On a lighter note:

You know you're in the south when you hear:

Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit.

He fell out of the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down.

Have a cup of coffee--it's already been 'saucered and blowed.'

She's so stuck up, she'd drown in a rainstorm.

It's so dry, the trees are bribing the dogs.

My cow died last night, so I don't need your bull.

He's as country as cornflakes.

This is gooder'n grits.

If things get any better, I may have to hire someone to help me enjoy it.

That's just finer than a hair on a frog's back!

Can't make a silk purse out of a sow's ear.

That don't make me no never mind!

You cain't never tell

Colder than a well-digger's hip pocket in the middle of winter.

Hotter than a whore in church

Squealed like a stuck pig!

That child is bout as innocent as an old boar coon.

Slicker than snot on a glass door knob.