As I get a little older, and some of my friends start to have kids, I appreciate the time and energy it takes to raise children. It’s absolutely worth it, of course, but it isn’t always easy. I have three brothers. Mom, you are the Chuck Norris of child rearing.
My mom is a big fan of the outdoor activities. One time, when I was 6 or 7, my mom and I (and probably a brother or two) were golfing in our backyard. Not real golfing, just chipping the ball a bit (at this time, I had the forearm strength of a newborn praying mantis – I’m not sure I could have real golfed anyhow). My mom, while making a chip, must have connected with the ball perfectly. The ball shot off her club, and went straight through the living room window. The shot heard ’round the backyard.
Back then, I had somewhat of a propensity for accidentally breaking things with round objects, so my mom offered me an acceptable amount of cash to tell my dad I went Jack Nicklaus on the living room window. It was a decent idea actually. I’m sure she knew my dad wouldn’t really care – my parents are good about not sweating the small stuff – she just didn’t want to hear it from neighbors and family friends. In the end, though, the cash never exchanged hands. She told my dad and they just laughed about it. It sounds kind of lame, but you realize later how those moments sort of shape you. If, someday, I happen to pass down my genetic predisposition to break things with round objects, and a ball accidentally travels through a window, I know how I’ll react.
I know it doesn’t need to be said, and I’m not one to tell people what to do anyway, but give your mom a call today. Chinched is closed today, as it is every Sunday, but if you’d like to come down sometime this week with your mom, we’d love to have you.
Happy Mother’s Day from the folks at Chinched.