My Instead: I went to
listen to music on the square in downtown Belleville and danced with my mom.
The evening was a weatherman’s
delight, as many of them have been this summer. Last summer about killed us all
with its horrible heat and drought. I sat with Mom and her “entourage” and
engaged in polite conversations with these ladies that I have known for years.
The music played on as
our ears listened and our hearts reminisced. I leaned over and asked Mom to
dance to “Please Release Me”. Her eyes were welled with tears as she looked in
the distance. I watched my mom in my dad’s arms dancing to this
song. My silent reverie. After the song, I leaned over again and said that I
would really like to dance with her tonight. My mom, the shy one, said she
would when there were more people out there dancing. She knew that this was my “instead”
for the day. Is that so bad? When my quest for this year gets me to do things
like this, it is all good!
“Waltz Across Texas”
finally brought her to her feet. We decided that she would lead, as always, and
then we waltzed. It was a little rough at first, but we eventually got in sync.
My mother held me in her arms like she held my dad so many times…for so many
years. Her eyes smiled and the memories weren't so painful with her substitute
partner. After all, Dad is a part of me.
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