Mother May I

Mother, may I… become rich?
*No, you may not, but you may do what you love

Mother, may I… become famous?
*No, you may not, but you may have many friends that appreciate you genuinely.

Mother, may I… never be sad again?
*No, you may not, but you may appreciate happier moments all the better.

Mother, may I… be loved?
Yes, you may… You have always been loved. I will love you forever.

There are few certainties in life:

It will always rain after a few sunny days. You may make a lot of money, but bills will eventually catch up to you. You may contest gravity, but the floor will always be there to catch your fall. Your life will be filled with sad truths and despairing moments. Solitude may even haunt you at times. 

Nevertheless… however dark it may seem, you can always count on something else to brighten your days, something intangible, something ancient and powerful.

A mother’s love.

I remember not having many friends yet I was not alone. I remember countless nights playing video games and watching movies with my mom. I do not doubt that she did not enjoy most of the activities I suggested, but she spent her evenings with me all the same. She simply cared for me that much and I appreciated her company. We could have been alone in this world and still we both would have laughed and smiled.

I remember feeling embarrassed and powerless. I remember playing poorly in sports. I remember having bad grades sometimes. I felt like I wasn’t good enough, but I always knew I was good enough for her. Her glimmering stare always showed me how prideful she was of me… and that gave me courage. I tried and failed at many things. Still she smiled at me. She encouraged me… always. She never gave up on me and so, I would never give up on myself lest it would tarnish that beautiful smile of hers. I strove to make her proud… to make her happy.

I cherish our memories mom. I am truly blessed to have such a mother. I love spending time with you. I love talking with you. I love watching shows and movies with you. I love you mommy.


I truly believe there is nothing more powerful than a mother’s love. 

I consider myself lucky. I’ve never felt overwhelmed nor have I ever felt completely alone. I was a shy kid. I didn’t have many friends. I even got bullied a bit. But I’ve never felt helpless.
 Even when my spirit was shattered in a thousand pieces, my mother always took the time to mend my broken soul. She picked the pieces up, one by one. Without care for time, without fear of consequences, she put them back together. Fixing the puzzle she knew so well as she smiled peacefully… Oh what a powerful smile.  I consider myself lucky to be loved by such a patient and generous woman. She has always taken care of me, and as we both grow older, I will do the same for her. 

Happy birthday to my care taker. To my first and oldest friend. To the sturdiest shoulder to cry on. To an incredibly emphatic soul. Happy birthday mommy! I promise to love you. Unconditionally. Always. 

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I was a student for most my life. I lost my purpose in life when I finally received my bachelor's degree in Psychology. I had no Idea what to do next. I became a teacher and fell in love with educating people. Helping them choose the right path. However, I could not say everything I wanted to. I had to follow guidelines... restrictions. I decided to start this blog as way of expressing myself. An outlet for my thoughts. To help the world without any limitations. For those who were wondering. My tag is Turdalicious for the following reasons. 1. I find it hilarious (yes I am still immature at times). 2. My name is David Turmel. On a Canadian medical card, they take the first 3 letters of your last name and the first letter of your first name to make your code. Hence, Turd for me. It was my nickname for a while. I embraced it and added upon it to make it funnier.

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