Back to School
Yesterday I had to stop into a couple of different stores to get a few items. When I first walked into both stores, I am bombarded with back to school stuff. Notebooks, really cool pencils, lunch boxes. And a wave of nostalgia, memories and tears.
Next month is my birthday month and back to school time was some of my favorite time growing up. Buying school clothes, getting supplies, and it was the best time for me and Mom. No, I didn't want summer to end, just Mom has always had this way of whichever kid she was with, we felt THE most important. I still feel that way with her.
Yesterday she called. When I answered, she called me by my full name in that uplifting, lilting voice. We talked for about ten minutes, and then she wanted to get off the phone. She always thinks I'm busy and don't have much time on the phone for her. I hate that she feels that way. I try to tell her, no, I can stay on. She says it's ok, we will talk again soon.
Growing up, I never felt like she didn't have time for me. She always took the time. In today's society, people look each other in the eye less, as they are looking at their smart phones - texting, checking out the latest news on Facebook. I'm no different. Too busy checking out everything else rather than what's in front of my face.
I'm incredibly grateful for the slap in the face of the notebooks, lunch boxes, memories and tears that remind me to take the time. Especially for Mom. Hell, this disease is progressive, and I'll never know when that time is when she no longer recognizes me. I'm grateful she remembers to call me. And knows my full name.
Today, I will leave you with a song that may bring up some of your own memories - for me, my parents would sing this song together.
Yo - Voyageur - girlfriend, write!
Next month is my birthday month and back to school time was some of my favorite time growing up. Buying school clothes, getting supplies, and it was the best time for me and Mom. No, I didn't want summer to end, just Mom has always had this way of whichever kid she was with, we felt THE most important. I still feel that way with her.
Yesterday she called. When I answered, she called me by my full name in that uplifting, lilting voice. We talked for about ten minutes, and then she wanted to get off the phone. She always thinks I'm busy and don't have much time on the phone for her. I hate that she feels that way. I try to tell her, no, I can stay on. She says it's ok, we will talk again soon.
Growing up, I never felt like she didn't have time for me. She always took the time. In today's society, people look each other in the eye less, as they are looking at their smart phones - texting, checking out the latest news on Facebook. I'm no different. Too busy checking out everything else rather than what's in front of my face.
I'm incredibly grateful for the slap in the face of the notebooks, lunch boxes, memories and tears that remind me to take the time. Especially for Mom. Hell, this disease is progressive, and I'll never know when that time is when she no longer recognizes me. I'm grateful she remembers to call me. And knows my full name.
Today, I will leave you with a song that may bring up some of your own memories - for me, my parents would sing this song together.
Yo - Voyageur - girlfriend, write!