My Momma

I admit it. I am a terrible son. I missed my first Mother's Day with my Momma back in high school. What organization would schedule an event over Mother's Day weekend? Interestingly enough it was Tri-Hi-Y, a high school Christian group.


Then I went to college. There I discovered the three B's. You know... the three B's? Babes, beach, and beer. The three things that ultimately destroyed my baseball career....


What fraternity or sorority would ever schedule their spring dance over Mother's Day weekend? Mine did ........


My Momma always understood.  I bet yours does also. Because of all those intrusions my Mom and I developed this great phone relationship. Like a clock it is my responsibility to call on Sunday. That of course means late afternoon or evening because my Momma will be in church like the good southern lady that she is.


Although my baseball career was sidetracked by the B's, I managed to discover another athletic outlet that incorporated the B's into the endeavor. That was men's softball. What a fun sport. Play a game, have a beer, flirt with a local girl and repeat.........
Of course tournaments were played on the weekends. And again I managed to miss Mother's Day.  Fortunately my parents liked to watch me play so they would show up. 


That was great because even though it was Mother's Day Momma always brought me a picnic lunch. Usually fried chicken and potato salad sometimes with chocolate chip cookies, or brownies, or a piece of apple pie. My Momma was special. I bet yours is also.


Then I went into the corporate world and I traveled.  Became a road warrior. Again when Mother's Day showed up I was someplace else. Since I was 15 years old I have been at my Momma's for Mother's Day less than five times. I told you I was a terrible son.


But I love my Momma. And even though there will be almost 1000 miles separating us this Mother's Day I will rekindle that relationship and I will call. I know that I will ask her, "Did you make banana pudding today?" And even though it is Mother's Day I know she will have done something special. Because she is.


In today's world I probably need to teach her how to Skype!


Till we meet again