When I was in kindergarten, we lived in a small town where I could walk to and from school on my own, or with a group of neighborhood kids (times were different then, obviously). Not many of those walks home were particularly memorable, but one of them was …the day I got home and discovered the doors were locked and my mom was nowhere in sight. I knocked – no answer. I shouted, but no reply. I remember beginning to panic, and running around the house looking through the windows to see if she was there or if something was wrong. She was nowhere to be found. I don’t know if that would have been a big deal to any other 5yr old kid, but it was to me. There was no latchkey program, and my mom worked at home. So being greeted by her everyday when I got home from school was the norm.
I remember crying, calling for her, looking everywhere. I even recall noticing one of her dresses draped over the living room chair – a pink dress patterned with mauve roses – that it was my favorite of dress of hers, and that I always noticed how pretty she was when she wore it. Several minutes went by and suddenly I heard a faint something-or-other that interrupted my wailing (LOL). I quieted myself and wiped my eyes; and looking off into the distance, far down the street, I saw her. My mom was waving her arms wildly, calling my name – and running to me as fast as she could. A couple of minutes later we were on the front step wrapped up in each other, and all was well in my world again. Nothing had even happened really; she’d been in an appointment that ran a little long and didn’t make it back to the house in time to welcome me home like she normally did after school.
Not a big deal, right? Of course not. But what was a big deal, what did matter, and what always stuck with me – was seeing her run to me as fast as she could, calling my name.
These many years later, I find that little has changed. She’ll call or text sometimes and say, “What’s going on?” …and when I tell her what it is, she’ll say “I knew it. I knew something was wrong – I could just feel it.”
And so to the selfless, faithful, steady, nurturing, present, devoted, supportive, strong woman I call Mom – the one who still comes running when one of her own needs her – to her I say Happy Mother’s Day. I love you, Mom.