Happy Friday dear friend :)
While life's second hand ticks by, as the sand falls from your life's hour glass, I hope you're disciplined enough to pay attention.
Sometimes you will hear the passing ticks... Sometimes you will see each grain of sand fall and tumble... and sometimes there are ones you can't see or hear... those seconds you will feel.
If you're intentional, your perspective on things will evolve. With that experience and wisdom, I hope you have the courage to make a change. When I rest at night, I like to think that I'm paying attention.
As we step into Mothers day weekend I cannot help but feel these seconds.. I reflect on the 18-19 years or so with my bride. I wonder how many of those seconds slipped by, how many were intentional, how many were repressed, and... I'm not sure??... but there's likely a shit load of all of them.
Recounting the seconds as best I can, I should have called Chas's mom, mom, sooner.
All the seconds of time have passed thus far.. and I never called her mom.
I should have.
I should have called you mom, sooner.
When the seconds of our life started, you called me son... I should have called you mom, sooner.
You have always been unconditionally loving to me - so much so, I could do no wrong... I should have called you mom, sooner
When I asked for your only daughter's hand, you said yes.... I should have called you mom, sooner.
In doing so, you handed me the faith and well being of her into my hands, into my choices of life, and onto my shoulders to support... I should have called you mom, sooner.
You've been so damn loving to my precious boys... I should have called you mom, sooner.
Even though you live states away, you are present with them... I should have called you mom, sooner.
Although I've not called on you for help, I know you would have moved the heavens to have done so... I should have called you mom, sooner.
If I could turn back the clock to give it another go, I would... and I would have called you mom sooner.
While the sands of time pass through the hour glass of life, for the seconds of this moment.. I will call you mom, today.
As the sand pile billows for days, months, and years to come.. I will call you mom, tomorrow.
The undeniable reality of sand is that there is only so much for each of us.
Someday, a long time from now, when your last grain of sand passes... I will call you mom until there is no more sand for me.
Happy mothers day, Mom.