Becoming an uncle might have been the catalyst for a serious course correction in thoughts and outlooks. My Sister, my only and baby sister, was now a Mother. Our annual dine out now took on new a greater significance. I once drove a peer up from Cal Poly to be with her mother in the bay area for Mother’s Day. My selfish motive was to get to Vacaville and the Nut Tree to have breakfast with the mothers of my life. Created of youthful enchantment, when the Nut Tree closed it created a void; not sure if any other place has ever filled it. Cairo’s and The Refuge (Colusa’s) produce fond memories. I experienced a warm wonder a few weeks back coming across an old treasure of a polaroid from the Buckhorn Steakhouse in Winters of three generations; the Arens Matriarch, her two sons and their wives, and me. I was in good company that day.
This last Sunday just seems as a fleeting thought or like two ships passing in the night. Somethings are difficult to remember. I wish there was a date written on the Buckhorn photo. Writing things down is important. It is a beneficial way to share the history and the story of today. I have been counseled many times to keep a journal. I see a value in writing down my thoughts. Sometime down the road, someone is going to read and know what I felt was important. Kinda like reminiscing on past Mother’s Days; they are remembered fondly.
The fanfare wasn’t the usual. It has been nevertheless meaningful. The Girls have made this a unique experience for their Mom and that always sits well with me. I had a good phone call with my Mom; the only thing better would have been a face to face (eating out). My oldest daughter shared pictures of my granddaughter. She’s getting big!
A belated, beloved Mother’s Day to all of you out there! Don’t sell yourselves short on this occasion. Never underestimate the impact of one kind deed and the everlasting effect it will have on someone. I have no problem listing countless women outside my family who have influenced me and for the better, I will add. That 3rd-grade teacher is but one!
To put one thing into perspective, I will finish with this thought. “Life doesn’t come with a manual; it comes with a mother.” -Unknown. This was a Sunday Facebook post from one of my local sages, Susie McCullough. It is certainly a ‘Share’ so I’ll do it here in print. I define a mother as one who puts those around her above herself, birthed children or not. I have no doubt that you know (no manual necessary). We celebrate you 24, 7, 365, Eternally. To all of you, my heartfelt thanks. And not mentioned nearly enough ‘I love you!’ to those that should hear it more often.