I usually get quite a few e-mails from readers around this time of year; dozens of messages, always with the same pointed, uh, point: “Make sure you write SOMETHING about your Mom on Mother’s Day!!!” They’re all signed the same – “Love always, Mom.”
Totally kidding! My mother is at the very front of the line of People Who Would NEVER Call Attention To Themselves.
Which is why it’s always a bit of mischievous fun to embarrass her with a column around this time of year, which still has the afterglow of that Mother’s Day time of year, and is also right around her birthday time of year.
I turn for inspiration to my Mom’s “Grandparent Book” – a project she did for all her grandkids, which includes her personal answers to dozens of questions about her life and times.
I read the book again this week, harboring the same hope I have every time I pick it up: please, please, puh-leez let me channel just a little bit of her wisdom and patience before her three youngest grandsons send me RANTING MANIACALLY THROUGH THE STREETS! Who better than you, Mom, to provide a surefire prescription for a severe case of maniacal street-ranting, having “been there, done that” with your own five kids?
With her “Grandparent Book” in hand, and it being nearly her birthday and all, I hereby take this opportunity to plagiarize – I mean, pay homage to – Mom!
Let’s begin at the very beginning. The path that led to my Mom’s co-authorship of this column began when she met my Dad, an encounter she describes thusly in her “Grandparent Book”: “I met him on a blind date in March, 1946, when my dorm at DePauw University had a dance. The dancing area was so dark (one blue light bulb in the corner) that he asked me for another date in the daytime so we could see what each other looked like.”