Oh yeah. I'm a momma's boy!

I will never forget the worst football game of my life. I was a freshman in High School, which seems like a lifetime ago, but I can remember it like it was yesterday. We got to the field and within a few minutes it was pouring rain. The cold, October rain of Idaho. Oh yeah. Freezing. After the pre-soaking, the unforgiving wind drove the bitter cold straight to the bone. The rain turned to sleet, then to snow, then to sleet, then to snow, then to rain, so on so forth. Long story short, we were freezing! And right before death ensued (slight exaggeration there,) the unsung heroes rose to the occasion. A few of the player's moms, mine included, came down to the field to provide slight shelter with their umbrellas. Umbrellas are useless in horizontal rain, mind you. But they still held the pitiful covering in the air, trying to shelter a handful of freezing players. Hardly any spectators remained, beside these few brave and loving moms. I will never forget this experience. It has left a lasting impression on my soul. I don't think it should necessitate a holiday to remember and appreciate the mothers in our lives, personally. My favorite example of the impact of mothers comes from the scriptures. In Alma chapter 56, it talks about a group of young men. Not just any young men, remarkable men of God. Men who gained untold amounts of strengh form their moms. It reads, "And now I say unto you, my beloved brother Moroni, that never had I seen so great courage, nay, not amongst all the Nephites. For as I had ever called them my sons (for they were all of them very young) even so they said unto me: Father, behold our God is with us, and he will not suffer that we should fall; then let us go forth; we would not slay our brethren if they would let us alone; therefore let us go, lest they should overpower the army of Antipus. Now they never had fought, yet they did not fear death; and they did think more upon the liberty of their fathers than they did upon their lives; yea, they had been taught by their mothers, that if they did not doubt, God would deliver them. And they rehearsed unto me the words of their mothers, saying: We do not doubt our mothers knew it." These valiant, young, men of God received their faith and strength from their mothers. I have learned many great things from my Ma. I love her to death and I am grateful for everything that she does for me. Mothers, never forget the impact you have on your children. And to everyone else, never forget your moms. I will never forget that day with the umbrella.. I love you all. Stay classy. (I still don't know how they got this picture of me and my companions.)
Elder Hill