By By Adam Prestridge
Mother's Day is a very special day set aside to give credit where credit is due.
It's a day slated each year for sons and daughters to reflect back on the times when their mother placed a Band-Aid over an open wound even though it never did the trick like the "kiss the booboo" touch she gave it afterwards. It's a day to recollect those times mom spoon-fed us the nighttime sniffling, sneezing, coughing, aching, stuffy head, fever so you can rest medicine and stayed up all night while we were sick.
In my family, two mothers had an extra special Mother's Day on Sunday.
My wife Jennifer and I celebrated her first Mother's Day at church with our five-month-old son Ethan, who was dedicated at First Baptist Church Atmore, along with several other children of proud parents. Since Ethan's birth, our lives have been like a whirlwind. Everyone who told us your lives change drastically after having a child was right. But we don't mind because being a parent is a blessing.
Even though we're not yet members of First Baptist Church Atmore, Rev. Arnold Hendrix and the congregation there were very kind to let my family be a part of the dedication ceremony. My only regrets are that our parents weren't there to share in the moment with us, but for good reason.
My brother, Alan, who is a captain in the United States Army, returned home from Iraq at around 3 a.m. Mother's Day morning. His return home after a year serving our country and the nearly 300 other soldiers that returned to Fort Bragg, N.C. that morning helped to make Mother's Day even more special for hundreds of mothers, wives, daughters and grandmothers, who welcomed the troops home. Surely everyone will agree that it will be hard to top that type of Mother's Day.
I assume the card I sent meant a lot to mom, but I can't top my brother's gift this year.
Happy Mother's Day mom and welcome home Alan.
Adam Prestridge is publisher of the Atmore Advance. His column appears weekly.