Over the weekend my mother presented us with something that surprised, pleased, slightly embarrassed, and produced a slew of other less-definable reactions. Mothers do this sort of thing, I’m told. We have no children to whom we might have inflicted this on, so I’m unable to say what must go through a parent’s mind on such occasion.
But it’s sweet and important and after my initial “What the hell…” reaction I was really very pleased. She came out with a big file folder full of “stuff” from my grade school years. Among the items were class portraits and…well…