MOTHER AND SON

By Mitch Albom

I am taller than my mother. I can’t remember when I wasn’t. It’s like trying, as a grown man, to ride your first tricycle. It feels like I always have been this big. A few weeks ago, I walked my taller frame alongside my mother and my father, whose height I also have exceeded, onto a podium before a small crowd in a Borders bookstore. We were there because I had written a novel called “For One More Day” about a son who gets one day back with his mother years after she has died. Borders thought it would be interesting to bring the author and his actual mother together for some questions.

I had never done anything like this. Neither had she. We come from a family where the stories fly at the dinner table, year after year, often the same ones, but we don’t share them with strangers.

Now here we were on a podium.

It was awkward at first. Some short answers. Nervous laughter.

And then a theme came up, from the book, about “times my mother stood up for me.”

And my mother grew taller.

I bring all this up because tomorrow is Mother’s Day.

Make a list in your head or on paper of the times your mother stood up for you in your life. Come up with one for each day this week. And then, if that list moves you and your mother is still around, thank her Sunday for each of those times.

I know it sounds corny. But it beats a box of chocolates. And I can speak from some experience. The best moment I’ve had as a writer came when I was able to give this latest book to my mother, while she is still here on Earth, and say, “Read this. There are some things in it I should have said long ago.”

Her reaction, her smile, her proud eyes, her head shake in disbelief made me wish I had done it sooner.

My mother has white hair now and wears big glasses, and I joke with her that she is getting smaller every day. But when we walked off that podium, I discovered something…something you may, in considering your memories, discover for yourself.

No matter how large your body grows, you never really stand taller than your mother. And you never stop looking up to her.


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