Mother’s Day has been a puzzlement for as long as I can remember.
After all, this is the main person in most men’s lives.
And it often shifts from mother to wife as time goes on.
So, I’ve gone from asking my mother what baseball card she most wanted for Mother’s Day, when I was seven, to what Major League games my wife MaLinda would favor on the big day.
The former happened, while the latter never did, nor will it ever occur.
I should have learned my lesson a long time ago.
My mother shocked me when I was seven by announcing Gil Hodges was her favorite.
Being a die-hard Yankee fan, I couldn’t imagine why she picked a Dodger first-baseman - I couldn’t even remotely understand how she picked him - or the real reason for making a son rethink his Mother’s Day gifts.
My father was tickled by how things unfolded and suggested other, more appropriate presents for my mother.
Come to think about it, I wish I had kept the Gil Hodges card I had.
Whatever choice people make for their mothers Sunday, I hope families have a great day.
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I’m still trying to strengthen my leg.
I’ve got physical therapy twice a week and I’m sore on the days in between.
No matter the aches, I’m still grateful to be upright and walking these days.
When I was flat on my back and just shifting from one position in bed to another, I realized how much I missed the ability to put one foot in front of the other and walk.
Needless to say, I’m happy to be doing that now.
The only downside to walking again is that I could avoid several jobs around the house when I was on the mend.
No longer.
Still beats looking out the window and being envious of the walking world outside.
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Graduation is nearing for all of the Matagorda County’s high school seniors.
Like many aging type of seniors, it’s not hard to remember life at that stage and the choices we made.
My older brother’s wife, told me on the Kerrville football field where my graduation was held that life would start speeding up in ways I couldn’t imagine.
I really couldn’t imagine what she meant.
Life does speed by and, as I learned recently with my broken leg, it also turns on a dime.
