In her eyes...

It's Mother's Day weekend.

My mom came to town from Nashville to see us.

Well, truth be told, I purchased Fox tickets for a Christmas present and go figure, it landed on Mother's Day weekend.

This has become an annual tradition for us.

And I really do love it.

My mom loves shows.

I, too, have become a lover of them.

And it appears that magic has trickled down to my daughter, Adeline.

We enjoyed watching Dirty Dancing, immensely!

Thankfully for me, the "big" parts were a little over my daughter's head, so I get to wait to talk about those more heavier topics at a later date.

.....

It's Sunday now.

Mother's Day.

My son, Graham, wakes up feeling VERY under the weather and we forego meeting up with my brothers & their families for lunch.

Mom went and enjoyed time with her sons though.

That evening, I knew we would be together again.

I purchased Johnny Mathis tickets for us to see at Lindenwood Theatre.

Johnny Mathis you ask?

I know, I barely know the man either.

BUT.

This isn't about me.

This is ALL about my mom.

And my mom loved listening to this man's music since she was a teenager.

We go.

The place appears to be sold out.

And it is his second show of the weekend.

Impressive is what I am thinking.

I look around and for once in a VERY long time, I believe I am the youngest person in the room.

Woo hoo! ;)

Johnny walks out...

The crowd gets super excited.

Claps all around.

He begins to sing.

And while I have no clue about the song or the many songs thereafter...

My mom does.

It is so evident.

All you have to do is look "in her eyes."

And for a moment I find myself just staring at her instead of him.

I wonder what might she be thinking as she stares on stage and the words of those songs start taking her back in time.

Taking her back where?

What memories are popping up in her head?

Old boyfriends?

Memories of singing along to these songs with old girlfriends?

I know how a song can take me away to another place and time at any given moment.

And that's what I see happening here with my mom.

I find myself tearing up.

Yes, at the dang Johnny Mathis concert.

My mom, she's 72 - days from 73.

She's lived a little bit of life in those almost 73 years.

Ok, a LOT of life.

Scott sends me a text, "Glad that you and your mom get to share these moments together---soon enough opportunities like tonight will be no longer..."

Doesn't he know I am already emotional?

No, of course not.

He's being truthful.

And sweet.

Although it tugs at my heart even more.

He's right.

This life is fleeting.

And I am so thankful for this gift of time.

Right here.

Right now.

Just me and mom.

We haven't always seen eye to eye on things.

We haven't always had the best mother/daughter relationship.

But.

I have never doubted her love for me.

And that she always did the best she could.

And that took me a long time to come to terms with...

Aren't we all just doing the best we can?

By the grace of God.

Because life isn't easy.

My mom's life was anything BUT easy.

And relationships can be hard.

But family is family.

And I am thankful for this woman...