Kind of pensive this morning, and it reminded me of how
thoughtless I was to my own Mom. Remembering events with my mom. I remembered when I moved out on my own when I was almost 20 years old I chalk
it up to the inexperience and stupidity of youth, and to the first onset of
adult independence and freedom. I see it
in my own life’s experiences, but please bear with me.
My wife and I live in an area of steep, curvy mountain roads
with long distances and open spaces between services. Facebook offers us a local road conditions
page where concerned citizens post the local knowledge of accidents, fallen trees,
road hazards, or dead (or live) wildlife or livestock on the roads. Yesterday, Saturday, was an uneventful
quarantine day in our area until late afternoon. Someone posted about a motorcycle accident,
and the ambulances and police services being called. A fellow facebooker commented that she was
worried about her brother and dad who were late getting back from a ride.
I worried too.
What an awful way to hear about an accident that may involve
your family. And the not knowing…! Later, she posted that all was well and that all
was well as they both just walked in the door.
I felt relieved for her and her family.
Strangers, whom I have never met and do not know. But my heart went out to her in this
situation.
But still, there was a serious accident and it involved
strangers, too. No personal link however
far stretched. But they are neighbors,
fellow citizens who are hurting. My
thoughts and prayers went out to them as always. It is a dangerous world out there.
And all of this snapped me back to my own quarantine and to
all of those suffering. We see families on
the news. We don’t know them. We see the
stories and we feel the emotions. This
links us all to their situations. The pictures
provide a visual reminder of the toll.
3100 cases of illness in the state where I live. 102, or more deaths. Each number represents a family hurting or
worrying. One hundred families
hurting. Thirty-one hundred
worried families.
These stories reminded me of my mom today. Years ago, in my youth, my newfound
independence and freedom, I neglected my mother’s feelings. I forgot about her worries.
I was living in the mountains 500 miles away. I had an apartment and a job. I was doing ok. I called my brother from a payphone. He said my mom was “pissed’ that I didn’t have
a phone. I was independent and naïve. Why
did I need a phone? I was free. My brother said, “Mom wants you to get a
phone.” I did.
There was girl I worked with. Same situation as myself, young, naïve, and
free. She called home to say “Hi” to her
mom. Her sister said, “Mom died six
months ago.”
This lady in my county worried about her family. All the current covid patients have families
worried about them. My mother worried about me. She needed to know I was
ok. I got a phone.
I regret not calling my mom.
I didn’t at the time. But I do
now. Call your Mom, if you can talk to
her on a regular basis. Believe me,
there will be a time when you want to… and you can’t.
Happy Heavenly Mother’s Day Mom.
