Mama Knows Best
I think everyone whose parents are no longer of this realm, will agree that their influence reaches from beyond the grave. There is hardly a day that passes when I don’t reach down deep inside in search of a pearl of wisdom learned or experienced from one or both of my parents.
Just yesterday as I reached for my shoes, I could hear mom’s voice advising me that, “You better wear your boots!” I, as was often the result when she was alive, ignored her advice.
A while back I started backing my truck into a parking space at work. When there is a pretty good rain, this really pays off because the water collects at the curb. Yesterday though, the water was over my shoes at my truck door. Back at the curb, it would have been over my ankle. I heard Mom’s voice.
Then I had to make a stop before leaving town to pick up a necessity and you know it. There was a small river running across the parking lot. My socks are soaked. I heard Mom’s voice.
I normally get a haircut around the first of the month, and as I came through Foxworth, I remembered that I was past due so I whipped into the parking lot at Headquarters. Yep, you guessed it; I stepped out into standing water and by now my pants were soaking up moisture from my shoes and were wet above the ankle. Once again, I hear you, Mom!
I made it home to find Melissa getting ready for work and I began to remove my wet clothes and as I peeled off my wet socks, I told Mel, “I should have listened to Mama.”