We love our Moms: Part 1
April 27, 2010 @ 12:50 PM
The Trade as One team has been blessed with some wonderful moms. We’re going to be profiling (read: embarrassing) them here on the blog this week. First up is Kevin’s mom: Brenda Madsen.
My mom is so cool. She was “blessed” with three boys within 5 years of each other, and has handled 25+ years of boys destroying her house with a seemingly endless supply of grace and perspective. She has always been a second mom to all of my friends, and on several occasions I had girls over to the house with the intention of actually spending time with them, only to find that they were only interested in hanging out with my mom. She’s that mom.
Rather than just throwing a bunch of superlatives at you, I’m going to tell you a little story that i think encapsulates my mom.
When I was 15, A.D.D., cocky, and essentially unteachable, my mom took on the unenviable task of teaching me to drive. Why she decided to do this is beyond me. She let me drive to my doctor, and I was doing fine until it was time to park. Freaking out as I tried to park our 1995 Dodge Caravan between two cars, I hit the gas instead of the brake. Repeatedly.
By an act of God, I somehow avoided hitting either of the two cars. However, I did manage to take our family van on an unplanned 4-Wheeling adventure. I finally found the brake, and the car skidded to a stop about 5 feet from a busy cross-street.
My mom was laughing uncontrollably. This infuriated me. She then calmly removed me from the driver’s seat and proceeded to back the car over the lawn, and back into the parking spot that I was initially aiming at.
After calming down her hyperventilating son (me), we went upstairs to my appointment. After that weird 20 minute wait in a dressing gown with my mom in the room, the doctor came into the room laughing. I asked him why he was laughing. He said, “The nurses were just in the hallway telling me about some kid who tried to park in the parking lot and drove all the way up onto the grass. It sounded hilarious.” My face went completely white.
My mom, not a hint of a smile on her face, says, “Poor kid,” then immediately changes the subject.
My fragile ego intact, I lived to drive another day.
That’s why I love my mom. She always has my back, with a word of encouragement, well-timed advice, or a well-kept secret.
Happy Early Mother’s Day, mom.
- Kevin
