For some of us, it’s too late.
For others, we’re too stubborn.
Could you do me a favor? Share this with someone who needs it, especially if they’re young.
I was listening to music the other day and a song came on that really made me think. I’ve told you before how I like country music and I know it’s not for everybody, but if we can get past that for a minute, just read these lyrics from a song by Seth Ennis titled “Call Your Mama.”
“But every now and then…
Call your mama
Sit and listen to her small town drama
And get you all caught up on all your sisters and your brothers
Boy listen to your mother
‘Cause you ain’t never gonna get another
Someone you get to call your mama”
I can’t call my momma anymore and I can’t get caught up on my brother because he’s gone too.
I wrote a column a few months ago about how I found it weird to be the only one left from that part of the Braley family or that branch on the family tree.
I met a man who read that column and said he was in the same boat and it really did feel strange. We can’t explain it, but it feels different.
Are you like me? Not a week goes by when something doesn’t come up and I immediately know how my mother would react.
My mother hated it when there was a mistake at the grocery store. If she got home and studied that receipt and saw an error, she would go back to the store to have it fixed! If she didn’t get the sale price she would drive back, with that pound of beef or whatever, and demand to see the manager. I can’t say she passed that gene on to me. I usually just say, “Oh well.”
When we sing a new hymn in church I can hear her voice in my head. “I don’t know what’s wrong with the hymns we already have!”
But what I wouldn’t give to be able to call my momma.
If your mom, dad, brother or sister is still with you, when was the last time you called? Why havent you?
I didn’t call my brother much and he didn’t call me either. Now that I look back on it, every excuse I used was pretty silly. Yeah we disagreed on a few things, but we could’ve worked it out or just agreed to disagree, but we didn’t.
If you’re thinking, “Well I’ll fix it someday,” there is no guarantee that “someday” will ever come. It didn’t for me. He died five months before he turned 60. Who knew that was going to happen?
Maybe you think you’re justified because of something that was said or something that happened and maybe you’re right. But why not take the high road and be the first to reach out? It might not work but, then again, it just might!
Believe it or not you may have misread the situation. Maybe it WAS your fault.
Believe me, you will miss being able to make those calls and to talk about the small town drama.
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