After watching the news this morning, I thought how wonderful it is to have today. It is so beautiful outside, and the miracle of now is here. Some of the news was tragic, and it made me think about the glory of these 18 waking hours or so that are meant to be lived well no matter what the parameters of life might be. Which reminded me that a day can surprise you. Since the houses are far apart out here in the country, sometimes we can only hear the neighbors faintly. But for several years through the pine grove, we heard a screaming kid yelling as if no one could hear him past his fence line. You could tell that he just enjoyed the living daylights out of screaming like he was hurt. But when I drove by I could never see him. He probably felt like he was the only one in the world walking the pasture, playing, and doing chores. Finally, even though he was a little younger he became a family friend. At first, he transferred his wild antics to the yard, but time calmed him down. Someone was actually paying attention to this kid now. The dramatic voices he can produce are amazing, and he brought something special from across the way since last summer…laughter. He makes me laugh. “Kid do you like chocolate chip cookies?” I said planning to keep the comedian here as long as possible. “No ma’am, I don’t like chocolate that much,” he said. Rats, I had to move to plan B. As it turned out he loved iced tea, and for some reason he thinks my tea is the best in the world so out came the pot and tea pitcher. Keep the tea in the pantry; we found laughter out here in the wilderness. So, he and my son are good friends now. A lot of tea has been made, and last night was no exception. I heard a complaint about being tired of Dr. Pepper. Hint…tea it is then! What animation, this kid should be an actor! He was so happy! So happy that he forgot himself. ”I hope you don’t die. I sure like that tea,” said the less wild creature that we now call a friend. He realized his mistake, and mumbled something. I laughed until…well I am still laughing. Instead of a paper route, he has an egg route. A four-wheeler, some chickens, willingness to work, and the kid has a tiny thriving business. They have another friend in the mix now. Last night, they four-wheeled themselves down the back dusty roads to the local hamburger joint by the highway. It seems like everything here is nestled up against the forest of pines. I watched them drive off, and I thought how they would look back, and remember these simple days as great days. And every day is precious no matter what stage of life. I’ll keep the tea pitcher full. Laughter and friends are always good to have around. Who wants to live without them? Don’t worry kid. I plan on being around awhile.
Mom, thank you,
You dried my socks in the oven, only once, kept my school work, and my childish picture lives in your purse. My creative spirit was as foreign to you …well I might as well have been from Neptune, but you let me know that you were walking beside me. When you decided to care for four other kids beside the two toddlers of your own, suddenly the house had a lot less room, and I did not hear complaining. There were a lot of craters in the road then, but you gave. Under 25 years old, and a house full of kids, but you were efficient with little. Mom, you said, “Let’s take them home,” when those almost teenagers needed you and Dad. I only heard laughter and encouraging words in that house. There were reasons why it should have been the opposite, but faith and love ruled! Your chocolate pies could bring world peace. Thank you for teaching me to love and respect the library. You told me that my puppy went to heaven when I flung myself on the bed and cried out my broken heart. And I SO thank you for intercepting the note to my Sunday School friend that asked him if he would marry me. Remember, I was only seven. There was almost always a home-made meal even while you and Dad were working all the time at your business. You were the manager, and 99% of the time all business: rules ruled. Even by high school, perfect and the word Mom just went together in my mind. Thank you Mom, you taught me by example the definition of an unselfish soul. There really aren’t enough words for all the good that you have done. Now I say to you, “I am your home.” Sometimes in traffic, when it is quiet, you ask, “Who is this?’ while you hold the purse picture. “Some silly girl,” I say. And then you smile at my picture, and kiss the air as if those kisses could float to my twelve-year-old face. “No it’s you, Terri,” and then I hear small laughter. It IS me…Mom, and I love you. Happy Mother’s Day.