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Topic: Unsung Hero (12/07/06)
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TITLE: For Donna | Previous Challenge Entry
By Carla Feagans
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We were so ungrateful, self-absorbed and irritated. We were embarrassed by you and your affections. You guided us, molded us, showed us how to live as good, solid, Christian citizens. We talked back, and even told you once or twice that we hated you.
You did everything with complete and total love, and we barely noticed. You made it your life’s work to be the best in your field, to spend hours researching and providing us with the best nutrition, the best doctors, the best care. You found the first car seat before anyone else had even heard of them. You dried our tears when friends hurt us. You shared in every one of our joys and in the depths of our pain. You were tireless in your efforts to give us everything you could, and then some. You protected us and kept us from harm. We always knew without a doubt you were there, ready to comfort us at any hour.
The meals you cooked, the stories you read, the baths you gave. You fed us, dressed us, sheltered us, nourished our minds and our souls. But we didn’t know any different. We didn’t know how exceptional you were. You were just Mom. A mostly nice, sometimes annoying fixture in the background of our lives. We figured you loved us because you had to, and we loved you back, but it was not the same.
I didn’t comprehend how much you did, how much you cared, how deep and all-consuming your love. I had no clue, no inkling, not even a fraction of an idea. It was only when my own child was born. It was then that I finally knew, I finally understood – how much you are my unsung hero.
I love you, Mom.
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Was intrigued by the title and wondered at first if "Donna," who sounded like the narrator's mom, was maybe a nanny, foster parent, or older sister given custody of her younger siblings (because of the first name usage). The title drew me in, by the way--a personal name always makes me curious about its owner!