A selection from my letter to Tyler for Mothers Day 2018:
...the most touching thing that happened as your mom in recent years was your call to me the other week.
You knew you’d hurt my feelings a couple weeks ago.
You'd said that you didn’t want to date some nice girl from South Carolina a second time because, “She was a Southern-Belle version of you mom.”
Weeks had gone by since this hurtful report on your dating life, and you pursued a private phone conversation with me.
You wanted to let me know that you truly think I’m pretty swell. What I heard on that call was basically when you get your career path gets settled, and you had some more bachelor life dating-just-for-fun out of your system, [and perhaps a little therapy for working out your emotional kinks from being raised by perfect parents] you’d really like to find a girl half as good as me.
Well done. I promptly went and hung your pictures back up on the walls.
What a strange season this is where your life has had so many new experiences to fill us in on, while my reporting from the California home front, feels like a never-ending loop of the same kind of news.
But this time of helping my folks won’t last forever. I don’t know anyone who is farther down life’s road who regrets spending too much time with their parents. And there really is a sweetness right now, while Grammy Sue still knows who I am and also thinks I’m pretty swell. I wonder how much will change by Mother’s Day next year.
How much will change indeed.
This past Mothers Day 2019 I was with Jim back in Asia celebrating with three pastors and their families. I was too busy with meetings and teaching to get my annual MOTHERS DAY letters written.
This past Mothers Day 2019 I was with Jim back in Asia celebrating with three pastors and their families. I was too busy with meetings and teaching to get my annual MOTHERS DAY letters written.
Mom didn't know me anymore in 2019. And in about 3 months she would finally be in heaven.
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