Happy Mother’s Day!

Happy Mother's Day Rose

Guys and their moms are a complicated thing. Even when you are close to your mom, as a guy, it is way different than it is for women and their moms at least in the cliche stereotypical versions we are told. My wife called her mom almost every day. And while her mom was around, even if they didn’t say a lot in those talks, those talks in hindsight meant the world to my wife and I am sure they meant the world to her mom. My wife was the only one who didn’t live close to her mom of all her siblings. So whether out of some “Mom Guilt” or just because it seemed like the right thing to do, my wife called her mom and in some ways she was closer to her mom than most of her siblings.

Me? Well, my wife asks me, have you talked to your parents this week? “No, why?” “Don’t you think you ought to call them sometime?” “Well, I usually seem them every weekend. ”

And we do. My folks and I have a system. Okay, I have a system and they are a part of it. If I am not coming Sunday, I call them on Saturday to let them know. I usually know by Saturday if something is going to prevent us from coming Sunday. Maybe my wife has to work or I have to work (we both work in IT, Weekends happen). Or maybe the kids have something going on right during the time we would normally come and see them. And if we are coming, my folks fix lunch and while it is some of the most amazing food in the world, I would still come see them even if they didn’t feed me. I would, I swear. In fact sometimes I feel guilty that I am not bringing a pizza or cooking something to bring to their house or even just coming later in the day so they don’t even have to bother with cooking us anything. Which I probably should do.

But I find over a meal, it is easier to talk sometimes. How is so’n’so doing? Did you have a good week? Guess what the kids did this week? Guess what my oldest child is doing now? Granted, I don’t like to talk with my mouth full, and did I mention how great the food is, but everyone is around the table and we are all sitting down and for a moment we are able to see each other.

I know growing up even in my so-called adult years, I committed “sins” that are recorded in the annals of time and hopefully I have had provided enough grand kids to my parents to cover my major foibles. If not, well, we aren’t having any more kids. I have the best four kids in the world and why take chances that the fifth one won’t be as awesome. I am already ahead of the curve. I joke sometimes that my kids are my way of asking for forgiveness. That with each one I am granted a Papal Pardon. And because I am married to an amazing woman, she was my fifth Papal Pardon and if not a pardon, at least an indulgence, and we aren’t even Catholic.  Maybe my sins aren’t forgiven completely because they are on a sound track somewhere. But hey, in my defense, I didn’t turn out all that bad. Granted, Jesus will be who makes the final decision on whether that is true or not.

All this to say, I love my Mom. She is an amazing woman. She put up with a lot from me and my sister. She helped me through some rough times at key moments in my life. The Lord has blessed me in so many ways and having her as my mom is one of them. The quote that often goes around, “Insanity is Hereditary, you get it from your kids” is probably true. I probably made my mom crazy and time or two or thousands. But she wears insanity well after all, she is my mom and you would have to be crazy to want to be that.

And if your mother is around, grab the phone and call her.

Prince, you will be missed

The Black Album by PrinceIn high school I was crazy about a girl who was crazy about Prince. Of course she loved to sing all the inappropriate lyrics of his early stuff, which wasn’t the type of thing a 17 year old boy needed to hear with such a heavy crush on her. We were only ever friends and so goes the story of the many loves of Dobie Gillis.

I love Purple Rain, Little Red Corvette, Raspberry Beret, and so many other hits by Prince. But my favorite album was Sign’o the Times. Sign o' the TimesMostly for its social commentary and songs that had a hymn like sound to them. I used to listen to both sides of that cassette so many times. My car cassette auto switched sides when playing. High technology then.  I used to listen to it on third shift when I was a stocker in a grocery store and it was one of the few albums that gave me street creed with my coworkers.

I saw Prince about eight or nine years ago on his Greatest Hits tour. Such a great performer. My wife and I were really far away from the stage, but it was such a great show.  I have a lot of his albums.

Funny story, back when vinyl was cool but fading the first time around I spent two months in L.A. learning how to work in a recording studio and a friend of mine told me he wanted a copy of Prince’s Black album. I had heard about it in Rolling Stone magazine so I knew about it. It was an album Warner Brothers didn’t seem to want him to release but supposedly copies leaked out. I found a copy in a record shop for $12. It was purple vinyl and the front cover of the album was black on black picture of Prince wearing a feather boa I listened to it a couple of times. Carried it back home and the friend who wanted it offered me $75 for it. Who was I to haggle him down. He offered that amount with out discussion so I took it. I always wondered if it really was the album  it looked and sounded like Prince  Years later he finally released it and it was indeed the same album. I bought it just to see. Interesting but not one of his best albums

Prince, I hope you are making music with the Lord. We have lost such an eclectic and awesome artist.