My mom passed away in 2011. Today, on Mom’s Day, I’m sharing a memory of Mom.

My dad grew up very poor. Food was never enough in his home. He worked so hard to provide a life for his family he didn’t have.

I eat very fast. This made my dad feel I didn’t appreciate food or how hard he works. Still, I would forget and eat fast again.

My mom knew I appreciated everything they provided me and knew how guilty I felt when dad would get upset when I ate fast.

So, since my dad’s chair was the only chair at the dinner table that had a view of the TV, she would sneak me food off her plate when my dad was focused on the news or whatever was on TV. This kept dad from yelling at me when he turned back and I was finished well before everyone.

I miss you, Mom. I love you.