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For So long I was separated from my mom on Mother's day as a child. It wasn't a bad thing, but it was sad. I'm not going into the back story here, but I do want to tell the story of how my mom and I reconnected. I was a freshman in High School. I lived with my grandparents in a small town in central Texas. Every fall schools all over the state battle it out to see who the best marchers are and I played the flute in our school's marching band. Just like my mom I was one of the best. I loved my mom, but I hadn't spoken to her in 3 years. She knew from her marching band days that my first marching contest was coming up. They were always in October. Though she wasn't exactly sure what day it was. One Saturday she decide to take a chance, travel 4 hours to Brady, Texas and see if her little girl might possibly want to say hi. At the very least she could see me from a distance. She took her time getting there, even taking scenic back roads. She didn't know where the school was or what time we were marching. This was before the internet, google, or cell phones. When she arrived at Brady it was around lunch time. She decided to have a picnic at the heart of Texas park before driving around looking for the school. She took her time and wasn't really in a hurry. My mom worries about everything, but was completely calm and kind of just going with the flow that day. She had total peace and no anxiety. Waiting for traffic when she pulled out of the park she saw a few buses coming around the curve. As they passed she realized there were our band buses. I had just passed my mom without even knowing it. She followed the buses to the football field and waited. We marched. She cheered and waited. After the contest I saw her in the parking lot. Just waiting to see if I would talk to her. Honestly, I wish I could remember what I felt when I saw her, but I had discovered boys or at least they had discovered me and that's all I had on my mind. But I loved my mom. I was excited to see her and told her I loved her. Our exchange was brief and it wasn't Earth shattering. But it changed us. It changed me. It moved my heart even though I didn't know it at the time. I didn't immediately hop on board the reconciliation train. I was 14 so I didn't know that's what was happening. It wasn't like we were making a conscious effort. My mom was, but it was entirely one sided. Eventually, my mom called to talk to my sister, who hadn't stopped talking to her. And I asked if I could talk too. Again not Earth shattering and we took a bunch more tiny little baby steps forward and a few giant steps backward. And now... Well now I live 3 houses down the street and "Mimi" Takes my daughter to school. I can't imagine my life without my mom and I'm so glad she took the time, energy, and risk to pursue me. I'm sure ya'll have some crazy mom stories too. Be sure to give your mom an extra squeeze, she might be waiting for you. Blessings to you. Comments are closed.
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