Midnight, Me and the Blues by Cracker

Well...it's Mother's Day again...my son John was the first to call...it brought back alot of memories for me...I remember when I had John..it was a cold Novemeber...Butch had gone back to prison and a neighbor had taken me to the hospital and other neighrbors had strung my kids out to take care of for me while I was laid up..which lasted two whole days...I came home to a shack that didn't have a heating stove and I don't know how many of you know anything about wood stoves but the one I had come up with had a cast iron top and bottom but no middle..so the first thing I had to do was get a piece of sheet metal and put that together...then a guy had been kind enough to give me a load of wood but the wood needed splitting...so I put all six of my kids in the bed and split wood so we could get warm...what a life it has been...when people are growing up they dream of being this that and something else and I had a dream...I had seen a movie.."Spencer's Mountain" and that was my dream...a husband and a house full of kids...I got the husband...a part time one that come home long enough to get me pregnant and then duck out to the nearest prison to escape responibility ... I remember when I went into labor with Amy...it was the middle of the night and Butch was at the gambling place and I got down in the basement and didn't think I would make it back out..when I could finally walk again I had to walk to the corner pay phone to call him and ask for a ride to the hospital...I will never forget what he said.."do I have to come now?"...he did finally show with some people...one guy stayed with the kids and Butch dropped me off at the door of the hospital... then Heather...my memory of Heather's birth....Butch had moved to Kansas City...leaveing me with the three oldest and when I went into labor my aunt took me to the hospital...and after she was born I couldn't think of a name...I ended up namein' her Heather Aleen...and to me it meant.."here..I lean over over and you kiss my ass"...I called him from the hospital and he didn't believe me...two weeks later I had a stroke and landed flat of my back in Columbia hospital... with Thomas he was in prison and my sister took me to the hospital...I had a student doctor as it was Labor Day week-end and this kid had never delievered a baby..it turned into a riot..bad news there..the boy jumped back like he was shot when Thomas started to come ... with Jenny...I had hitch-hiked through the dessert with Butch after he took me to Vegas and I had swelled so bad a lady that picked us up rented a motel so I could rest...the day after we got home I went into labor...Butch and my Dad got a quart of wiskey and so you can guess how that went now Michele was something different...she is my oldest and she took 16 hours of hard labor to get here..had a full head of red hair...I cried..I didn't know a child could be born with red hair..lol so today it's a stroll down memory lane and all I gotta say about it is my kids deserve a medal..they are the best..the very best...life has not been kind but they all dug in and made great people...so my hat is off to them..and if anything at all I owe them ...I will owe them til they pack dirt in my face...they went through hell with me...and I do mean hell...I guess what this is about is watch what you dream for..never know what the price tag is....I wouldn't take anything in this world for any one of my kids...they are special...to them I will always be grateful that I was blessed with each and every one...Momma loves you where ever you are today