In some respects I am a bad son. My mom is very supportive of me, and I am not always very quick to show my gratitude. My father and brother have both passed away, and I am the last remaining member of her immediate family. As a retired Sergeant Major, she makes a good living on her pension, and she enjoys a high standard of living. Often, she helps me out of jams when my spending exceeds my income, or when unexpected cost come along. She does laundry for me at times, and cooks dinners for the both of us frequently. Mom's back and knees are bad after 24 years of trying to max out her PT scores, and outperforming soldiers younger than her. She spends the majority of her time cleaning the house and following the Braves rabbidly, while playing with her two Shiz-tzus, Rosie Joyce and Frodo Baggins. I realize that I seldom show my appreciation for my mom, so when she asks me to go somewhere with her, I seldom refuse. It's not much, but it is the way we function as a family, and it has worked so far.
Normally, we alternate days as the DD when we go to the stadium. If it's her day, I can drink as much as I want, and if it's my day, vice versa. It was her day, but seeing as I worked at 8am, I told her to enjoy herself, and she could DD the next time. Mom grabbed two beers to avoid the line and I grabbed a Coke for a price that could feed three third world children for a week. The game progressed as games do, and we won against a sleepy pitching staff, and a weak offensive batting order. The fireworks began and we stared in wonder at the bursts of light off of the sky to the poor choice of Bruce Springstein's Born in the USA. Ladies and Gentlemen, this song is not patriotic, but don't tell the Braves media manager that.
As the night progressed, we walked a tired walk to the truck in the rain, and we made our way home. Not only was her night made, but I got to watch a few moments that day where my mom had a smile from ear to ear and she exuded giddiness. I knew that if I had gone with Jeri, I would have had a better time, but I'm glad I went anyway. Me and mom are often divided by a great gulf of distance, but as I begin my life anew in law school next summer, I can look back on such memories and feel just a little bit better about my balance in the ledger.