Mother’s Day was a day to celebrate our mother.
And back then it meant walking to the local 5 & 10 store to buy the perfect gift.
I will never forget that year when I was eight and my brother ten.
We talked together in whispered voices in our room
and counted out change –
dumping out all the pennies, nickels and dimes onto our bed from our money jars
our savings from weeks and weeks of quarter allowances.
That year it hardly seemed enough
but it was all we had.
And if we put our money together we thought we just might be able to buy something really nice.
That particular day as we walked back and forth in the aisles of the store
we saw nothing that caught our eyes. Absolutely nothing!
Jewelry, purses, delicate figurines of birds, etc –
Nothing was quite good enough
for our one –in–a-million mom.
I was just turning to leave when my eyes fell on a red hat.
It was beautiful as it perched on the holder for all to see.
I reached over and tugged at my brother’s sleeve
“That’s it,” he said looking at me with excitement.
But almost at the same time we wondered.
Would we possibly have enough money to buy it? It was so pretty —
He glanced up at the carefully tucked under price tag
and pulled it out to see the cost.
I immediately knew that it would be close and wondered if we had enough to buy such a beautiful gift.
We pulled out our bag filled with all our savings.
“We’ve got it,” my brother doing some mental figuring and my heart jumped for joy.
I could just imagine our Mom wearing this gorgeous red hat.
“Can I help you?” a voice from behind us asked.
I turned and looked up at this very tall, straight faced woman.
“We’d like to buy this hat..for our mother.”
She reached over and took the hat off its stand
and began walking towards the checkout.
My brother and I followed closely behind her.
There at the counter we counted out our pile of change.
Yes, all those pennies and nickels and dimes
and surprisingly we had enough. My brother was right!
Just enough to buy the best Mother’s Day gift in the world.
Yes, I can still see us walking, practically skipping home that day.
And I can still remember my mom’s smiling face
when she opened that box and took out that hat.
Sometimes words don’t even have to be spoken.
my brother and I,
that she liked it.
Well the years have come and gone
I have no idea whatever happened to that hat
but the memory of that time will stay with me forever.
If hats are worn in heaven she is proudly wearing that red one today.