Last week I realized I hadn’t talked to my Mom in a few weeks, so I gave her a call. We chatted, caught up, and just before we hung up – she hesitantly told me something disturbing.
She told me that around 2am that Saturday night a guy drove up into their lawn (at the house I grew up in) and crashed into both of my parents cars. One was totaled and the other one damaged badly. He was drunk, and had bare-bones insurance. I could tell she was anxious and was still processing how they would handle the new financial burden that they didn’t ask for and did not see coming.
Now, most Mom’s put up with a certain level of turmoil raising kids – especially boys – especially ones that caused as much chaos growing up as I did. And they always seem to have a vision, and be patient with our testosterone driven, narrow minded, instant gratification ignorance …. as our brains catch up with our bodies (and our genitals, too – can I keep it real, here, please?).
My Mom had that same intuitive vision. She never gave up on me through all the ridiculously hard times (that any logical human being would have thrown their hands up and walked away … preserving their last strands of sanity). She was the first person in my life who believed in me at my lowest points, even when I didn’t believe in myself. And as overbearing as she seemed to be at times – she loved me through the bad discussions I made, the dumb shit I always seemed to get my self into, and the late nights I ran the streets while she tossed and turned at home in bed.
So I hopped off a plane today, and just decided to take her to the dealership and remove that financial burden from her mind, and buy her the car she really wanted and deserves.
Because the truth is: Most people wait to show people how much they love and appreciate them until their funeral.
For me, I’m just trying to speak up now while I have the chance and say “thank you” anyway I can.
Thank you, Mom!