The story behind

Mother's Love

Mother’s Love video - https://youtu.be/JC5UwY5xPXE

I consider myself a very lucky man because I have learned a great deal from the five Mothers I have known in my lifetime.

The first wasn’t with me for very long. Her name was Grace. She was my biological mother. She died from pregnancy complications along with my 2nd brother. I was about 4 ½ years old so I only have vague memories of my life with her. I don’t have any pictures of the two of us together so I can’t tell if these memories are real or just my dreams.

My second mother was Bernadine, my dad’s second wife. She was a kind person and must have loved my dad very much to take on him along with my younger brother, Phil, and me. She always told me that she married my dad because of me. I don’t know if that is true or not, but I have fond memories of her taking me shopping and treating me to pizza. I seem to remember that she worked at the Goldman’s candy counter in Milwaukee, my hometown. As I grew older, we didn’t get along so well. My fault, and I wish I could tell her I’m sorry.

The third mother in my life was Pauline. She was also the mother to my first wife. Pauline was an intelligent woman who welcomed me into her home with open arms. I never did get a chance to tell her goodbye.

My fourth mother is the one I met when I came to Texas. Her daughter, Linda, and I became best friends while working for the Cousteau Society, my reason for coming to Houston in the first place. She adored our son, Timothy, and was a woman with strong convictions that she shared with me on a regular basis. She was a loving woman with a fearless sense of right and wrong.

The fifth mother is my wife, Linda. To me, she represents the three stages of a mother’s life’s, all in one woman. I first met her as Mother Earth - a caring woman that loves all creatures large and small. Then, she became the mother of our son, Timothy. It was an amazing journey watching her nurture and support him for all those years. I traveled a great deal, so she became the foundation of our family. And now, that she is a grandmother, I see a whole new side of her love for both of our grandchildren.

When I first wrote this song, it was a gateway for me to express my deepest sorrow for the loss of my mother those many years ago. As the years have gone by, this song has grown into a celebration for all the mothers who dedicate their lives to taking care of their families. Her love’s so strong, she never let’s go!

If it were up to me, we would celebrate Mother’s Day every day of the year.  RpT