Editor,
Last Saturday I must have noticed on TV and radio at least five sales pitches using Mother’s Day to sell something. Late in the afternoon I sat quietly on the deck with my sketch book and came up with an idea for wife Jane, one of finest and most dedicated mothers I know.
Her children and most of mine live far elsewhere. It was up to me. I thought about making a poster or a long sign across the wall of the old living room saying, “Yea Jane! Best Ever Mother!” I figured I could do it on letter paper, one sheet at a time; and I could do it first thing in the morning before she got up. I’m an early riser.
In the evening and that night and upon awakening the next morning, my mind buzzed with many other ideas about what I could say or should say with the signs. I rose early and went right to work. An hour or so later she left the bedroom and entered the old living room where the signs were hung with care. She was surprised and laughed.
And I heard her taking photos of the thing. I was relaxing on the couch in the big room watching Sunday morning TV. Some other signs I had created: “And she’s thrifty,” “She’s an ALWAYSREADYTOHOLDABABY momma,” “A mother with a big heart (illustrated),” and several more ending with, of course, “I Love You.”
When she came in, all smiles, she said, “You must think it’s Mothers’ Day.” Which, of course it wasn’t. And, of course, I had until that moment been thinking that. Sunday afternoon, I added one last sign: “So, Happy Mother’s Week.”
Dan Morris