I haven’t been a very good son lately. My 87 year old mom lives in San Francisco, and I haven’t been to see her as much as I used to see her. So I made sure that I made it to her house for Mother’s Day.
We had a delightful visit, but for most of the time I was worried that I didn’t get her a gift. After all these years, I wasn’t sure what I should get her. Mom has always said she gets whatever she wants or needs so no gift is necessary. And of course she always jokes that my presence on Sunday and the fact that she is my mother is a good enough gift. ( I know that isn’t completely true… I have a brother and three sisters that probably get the same message.)
So while were visiting late in the evening Saturday- my Mom all of as sudden snapped her fingers and said…
“Paul, Do you know what I need?”
I looked at her quizzically wondering what it was that she was going to ask for…
“Paul, I need a six-pack of beer. Do you think you can get that for me?”
She was totally serious… she didn’t want 12 because that took up too much space in the fridge…
So trying to be the good son that I am (or think that I am), I bolted out the door and down the street to the liquor store where I acquired an ice cold six pack of Heineken bottles. Mom was thrilled and had me open one for her right away.
I am sure I had never seen her so happy with anything I had given her before. Her face lit up and then glowed a bit more after finishing most of the beer.
I wish I had known it could have been that simple all of the other years…
To top off the whole weekend- Mom checked to make sure I didn’t drink any of her beer before I left. I assured her that for that for Mother’s Day I would not touch her beer.
She responded… “You’ve done that every other day.”…and laughed.
I actually think that this may have been one of her best Mother’s Days ever.
I love you, Mom!