“The greatest lessons I have ever learned were at my mothers knees. All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother - Abraham Lincoln”. I'm not sure it could be said any better than old Abe said it, so I won't try.
The house was full of people today. Kids, grand kids, and great grand kids were all around and mama was glowing - until the Braves came on TV. When the national anthem was sung, she slapped on her headphones to drown out the sounds of yapping grownups and squealing kids so that she could hear the game. I had to smile. She doesn't hear well these days, and her vision is not that good either. The noise going on around her is a confusing jumble of sounds and blurred images. My sister bought a TV that even I can watch without glasses. It's big enough for mother to see and with the help of headphones, she can actually hear the game without doing serious injury to the hearing of everyone else in the house. When the Braves did good, I'd look at her a smile widely and when the did bad I'd frown and shake my head. It was the form of communication she understood and appreciated.
We left during the seventh inning stretch and she muted the TV long enough for me to tell her I loved her and that I appreciated all that she has done for me in her life. And as I stood to walk away, a little tear slipped down her cheek as she slipped the headphones back on her ears.
Happy Mother's Day
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