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  • She saw me hit my first home run in "league" play at Pamela Park
    I was 6 or 7
    She sat in the front seat of the old white Mercedes with bright red interior, knitting.
    I ran to the car jumping and screaming
    "Did you see!?! Did you see !?!?
    She smiled and said "Of course!"
    I don't think she saw.
    But she was there.
    That was what mattered... She knew that.

    I once wrote a scathing note to her that began:
    "You are just a housewife, that sculpts, and writes books, and quilts, and knits, and weaves, and does needlepoint"
    I thought it was scathing
    She saved it
    I had written it from the lower right corner to the upper left
    That was what mattered... She knew that

    Through the years of teenage angst
    I would find her between 1 and 3 A.M. reading romance novels.
    I had dropped out of or been kicked out of school
    I worked night shifts at restaurants as a dishwasher.
    When I got home, she would always lower her book, ready to listen.
    That was what mattered... She knew that

    I can go on and on
    She's known me longer than anyone else
    She's my Mom
    She told me recently "getting old sucks" (her body is falling apart)
    She keeps doing it (getting older that is)
    That is what matters... She knows

    "If you haven't listened, laughed and learned, your day was wasted" - My Mom

    Photo is of a woman and her grandson selling sunflowers and corn in MI.
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