[inpost_fancy thumb_width="200" thumb_height="200" post_id="995" thumb_margin_left="0" thumb_margin_bottom="0" thumb_border_radius="2" thumb_shadow="0 1px 4px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2)" id="" random="0" group="0" border="" show_in_popup="0" album_cover="" album_cover_width="200" album_cover_height="200" popup_width="800" popup_max_height="600" popup_title="Gallery" type="fancy" sc_id="sc1426019247289"]Tuesday, March 10 was my mother, Mary Ellen Greene’s, 76th birthday. I wanted to take my column space this week to write a special “Happy Birthday” to her. In growing up, as a child, we all learn different aspects of life from our parents. The mother’s role and the father’s role are two totally different teachings. I have written, in my columns before, how from my father I learned how to work hard, save a penny and that I inherited his life’s aggression to always strive for better. However, from my mother, I learned the softer side of life. She showed me how a real mother is supposed to be to her children….and I can only hope that I am doing even half as good of a job as she did, in raising me. So many lessons I’ve learned through the years that I try to implement in my everyday life; lessons on life itself and lessons about being a mother. My mother is one of the most Christian, caring, sweetest and generous women I know. She rarely raised her voice to/at us, she never cussed (at all), never argued and never spoke badly of anyone. She always told us, “If you can’t say anything nice, then don’t say anything at all.” From her, I learned the importance of a sweet heart, a caring spirit and a giving attitude. She taught me how to find a silver lining in any situation and she taught me the lesson of “making memories” with my children and enjoying life, one day at a time. As an adult, whenever I was torn between different things to do or I was undecided in decisions, she would always ask me, “Will (this) really matter in 10 years?” With the answer to that one question I could always make my decision on what I needed to do and how to handle it. One of my fondest memories of growing up is my mom sitting on the side of my bed, scratching my back and singing me to sleep at night. Each night I would fall asleep to songs of “The Old Rugged Cross,” “Amazing Grace” and “How Great Thou Art.” Mothers are given to us for nurturing, gentleness and love. The one to kiss away our tears, hug away our fears and to listen with a kind, open heart to our worries and troubles. My mother was/is all of those things. She still can brighten my day, when no one else can, she still will help me find the silver lining in a bad situation (when I’m not able to) and is still there to hug and kiss away my tears. Happy Birthday, Mom! I Love You! I’m So Glad God Gave You To Me, As My Mother!!!!