A moms epic philosophy
She was pretty and intense
My mom as I stated earlier in the previous hub "A GrandFather's Philosophy", was second runner up in the equation of building me into the man I've become. She had read a great deal of books all throughout her youthful experience and adult life, and so her library in itself did the job for helping motivate me to challenge my mind.
I always stared at them great books of my mothers when I was a child, in awe. Mainly, because they all looked quite challenging to read for sure. As soon as I grew much older into my teenage years, I began blowing through many of them books one book at a time. Rather then waste time watching television all the time, like the average kid would do. I simply began to fall in love with reading as she did, and it was my first love at that. Don't get me wrong though I also enjoyed cartoons, and watching a great deal of TV, just not all day and night.
Reading was contagious
Over the years I became a book worm like her, and it was an awesome experience to travel along the pathways that she has already crossed, and into the various domains of great authors, whom all had left their mark on my mother’s mind.
Of course she had spoke to me, lectured me about life with her own version of it all, but none of that could compete with her love of reading, and then I also witnessed her get into writing on paper, and she did it with great elegance.
Just a small part of the Reyes Family & we are from Honduras
Cool books on the subject
Neatness and punctuation = Professionalism & Success
Her hand writing was very unique indeed, and what it made me want to do at times, was to try and emulate her ability to place thought powers into worded form as she had done with ease it seemed. I read her words quite often, and that must have been how I learned to understand, sentence structure, and many years before I had gotten the opportunity to learn anything in school.
She had great expectations for me, as she told me back when I was around 10 years old, that I was placed into a specialized learning center for gifted kids, and before entering kindergarten, around the year 1980. I highly recommend other parent's to do the same if they feel that their young children are advanced learners, because it can help give your child a head start on things educational wise.
She must have done this for me due to my early ability to talk, and be fully able to carry a fluid adult like conversation with elders and at such young ages of 3,4, & 5 years old. In that learning center, which was named at the time ABC Land, they primary focused on children being neat with their work, recognition of differing objects, shapes, animals etc, and eye hand coordination was a huge factor.
This poem is dedicated to my beautiful mother "I love you mom"
I'm the tall bald dude in the middle, she raised us all to be good men, we try our best to be kind, caring and loving to others
Love life - Lessons learned
Mom's was very graceful, spontaneous, and super loving as you can see with her kool-aid smile in that cool photo holding my youngest brother, but most of all she was fun to be around. (This was about 20 years ago in that image there)
One thing she always use to talk to me about was the love department, but before preparing me for her in depth lectures all about the birds, and the bee's thing. Somehow she showed me how to love someone. Just as any loving mother would show their child affection, simply by using her affectionate side of hugging and her loving kisses of a caring mom.
Now since she never had a daughter she may have been a bit over affectionate with me, and I became the momma's boy of the family, as her second born.
What was funny though is she tried to spoil me, but I wasn't quite the spoiler, for some reason I always maintained my cool even when I was a baby, and never stepped out of line, even during my terrible two year and thereafter.
I was told by her that I was the best pregnancy she had, out of all of my 4 brothers. My older brother was a rough bam bam type of baby, and seemed to get worse at being a loud tough young boy, as the years progressed, but I on the other hand was always quiet, and became very easy to manage even during my adolescent phases growing up, which I must admit I was the shy type, and a bit introverted as well.
This made it easier for her to mold me into a type of person who has strong sensitivity to sense pain that someone is going through. My mom also helped me to learn how to listen to people with a very keen ear, so maybe potentially detect inner qualities that the average male may simply ignore at times of being loud or obnoxious, or may never be able to detect and even coming from their wives or girlfriends as well.
I think that aspect of her philosophy on life wasn't intentional to be taught to me by her, but it happened automatically. Mainly because she spoke to me all the time about life, and I had no choice but to listen. Now, this love thing mom really had wanted me prepared for, was something pretty intense, and thanks to her I had it mastered, or at least I had thought and long before being released from the cage of adolescence, "Haha!"
Her Philosophy focused on education and sharing wisdom about life
She was a solid foundation of learning for me, and so I must say my mother was second runner up in being most influential in my life, and even though much of her wisdom I choose not to follow in my daily life, and mainly because she focused on a differing religious belief system then most people of today actually, her philosophy on things as a whole compelled me to think the way I did back then, and even till this very day.
How she looked at things like the earth's geography, history, cultural aspects, and humanity as a whole, was a philosophy in itself which all began for me through my mothers eyes, because her stories she spoke of all the time, had formulated huge parts of my minds views and perspectives, and all the way up until grade school when things began to reshape a bit, then at college many years later, it all had helped me to uncover the rest. Much of my moms personal philosophies were pretty accurate on life as a whole, and what I had uncovered through education had solidified my home schooling pretty much by her, which she managed to teach us all besides having to go to school.
Choirs was the key element that my mother had focused primarily upon through out my youth, and its imperative for all children to learn at a very young age. She was very stern when it came to things like washing the dishes, cleaning my room, washing clothing, organizing my personal stuff and this helped me to learn to take care of things I owned, and also it taught me to be more responsible.
Personal hygiene came next on the list of things for me to do, she was a stickler, when it came to me and my brothers having to keep ourselves clean all of the time. So I learned the importance of maintaining my appearance, my outer extremities, and all of our precious body parts in tact, which requires consistent tending to like teeth, and grooming, maintaining hair style etc.....
Becoming a hard working man was all of her doing
Work was also something my mother was strict about, and as soon as I hit 14 years of age, she made sure I got my working papers. So, I had to run out there and find me a job every summer time during school break, and all the way till I became 18.
I would soon move on to earning myself a position working at a ladies shoe store, which was a really cool learning experience in itself, and that summer she pushed and encouraged me even more, because the summer youth program I was working for since 14 years of age, had ended and I was now in the pool of adults, and working on their level of intensity, and responsibility as well.
She was against me joining the Military, but I was stubborn as well
At the age of 23 I entered into the Military, and due to my mothers philosophy on life, I followed her lead, and did the right thing, and after dropping out of college though. I was a 4 year Civil Engineering student, at Manhattan College in New York City, prior to that, but it was something I had to do, just like many people have done. (I had my issues with college, dropping out of college, manhood adjustments, leaving her loving home etc... and the comforts of being mothered yes, but I survived to be able to tell this awesome tale and true to life story.)
Joining the US Navy was a huge change, and I will never forget my mothers words of wisdom she spoke to me, her teachings of guidance with being organized, strict in ways of learning to be more respectful to elders, to people of authority, and to abide by the laws and powers that be.
This helped me to make it through as a Naval Aviator, it helped me to become a professional in my craft and trade of expertise, and I successfully completed 10 years of Active Duty Military service with her help all along the way as well, until she had passed away from breast cancer back at the later end of 2007. "May the lord bless her soul."
The Navy made a true professional career oriented person out of me. I was already a man though by then, but needed a strong foundation of knowledge and skill set to live by, and thanks to my naval leaders they helped me to complete my maturation process on the more professional level.
This woman who started it all is my lovely grandmother. I never had the pleasure to meet her, she did right with my mother.
The cycle of life is amazing!
To leave out that beautiful woman there in the ancient photo on the right, would be cheating people of the very reason why my mother became such a wise person and law abiding citizen of this awesome country.
The reason why her philosophy on life was so solid, and well defined, as well as structured was due to her mothers design. I'm just lucky to have been a benefactor of them both, and also that of my brothers.
I hope folks are sensing a pattern here, because today many of us need structure in our daily lives, and thanks to wonderful mothers who truly care for their children, a successful life can become possible for children, and especially those who listen, and desire to learn today and in the future.
A father counts a great deal as well, but the mother is generally the one who will do a great deal of the sensitivity work, the nurturing, and teaching as well, when most Dad's are at work, may have left the mother for another woman, or what have you.
My stepfather was a good man overall, and still is till this day, I will write about both my step father and father someday. I will need to ask them both for permission to do so, and because its not fair to write about folks without asking for their permission, you know. Everyone has their rights to privacy pretty much. "So Mum's the word for now, on that note!" :)
My Mother's philosophy on life wasn't something I read from any book, it was alive and breathing, redirecting my life all the time away from self destruction, and into a more wiser more worthy of living life pattern for survival. She had the right idea, and I do miss her for she was my number one philosopher of life.
The other part to this cool philosophy series
- Learning lessons in life from the game of chess - A ...
My grandfather love playing him some chess, and he was a champ at it, even though he never was in any competitions for it. His knowledge on life, and wisdom of knowing what to do in most instances living was passed down to me as a child on the chess