Maybe Everyday Should be Mother’s Day

It is not a profound statement to make saying that sometimes you just need your mom.  I think sometimes we forget just how much moms tend to do for us.  I know that I have.  Still, even at thirty years of age, mom still pulls though in the clutch.

elizabeth and charlieWhen Charlie is not feeling well, the only person that he wants is Elizabeth.  (Again not profound, who doesn’t want their mother when they’re sick.)  This is because – while fathers love their children – mothers are unequivocally empathetic and nurturing.  Most mothers go above and beyond to care for their children and never ask for anything in return.

Generally speaking, when people think of mothers mothering they think of mothers taking care of young children.  However, the unwavering care by the mother does not stop at a certain age.

I like to think that I am pretty good at being an adult.  I’m thirty years old, I was in the Navy and have lived independently for more than a decade.  I have convinced a beautiful girl to marry me and convinced a school district that I could be allowed to educate children.  Still – despite my relative success at adulting – Mom still bails me out.

This is a very busy time of year for a teacher/football coach.  Practice, teacher meetings, classroom prep and lesson planning are all suddenly back in the schedule after the relative calm of the summer.  With all that, Thursday was sports picture day.  I forgot.  So, while the other coaches all showed up wearing slacks and our football polo, I showed up wearing basketball shorts and a t-shirt.  Great.

I live out of town, on a day filled with meetings there was no hope of having time to rush home, grab appropriate clothing and making it back.  Elizabeth was my first call – she also does a pretty wonderful job of taking care of me – but she had already left for work.  So I did what everyone does when they’re in a pickle.  I called my mom.  Obviously Mom pulled through.

I’m sure the exchange in the office was priceless.  “Hello, my son forgot his clothes for picture day.”  “Alright, who’s your son?”  “Mr. Gifford, he teaches social studies.”

momI’m sure some people would be ashamed.  Perhaps I should be but as a dad I’ve lost capability of feeling embarrassed.  Mostly though, I’m just thankful that I’m fortunate enough that – even at thirty – I can still count on Mom to take care of me in a pinch.

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