10. Eating pimento cheese sandwiches at the lunch counter at English Pharmacy in Parker Square.
9. The time she got out of the car at a stoplight to invite the people in the car just ahead of us to come over for sandwiches on our way home from church one Sunday night. Just as she got up to the driver’s window, she realized the people in the car weren’t who she thought they were. And the light turned green.
8. Watching her dance ‘the Charleston.’
7. Sitting next to her on the piano bench trying to figure out what notes she was playing so I could play songs on the piano like she did. She played by ear. Any bar in New Orleans would’ve hired her.
6. Eating her meatloaf. Or anything else she cooked.
5. When I was sixteen and she went with me into an Irish pub at a hotel on the riverwalk in San Antonio so I could buy one of their T-shirts that said “Dirty Nelly’s” on the front. And then she let me wear it. But not to church.
4. Going to the Cake Box bakery for a brownie and a glass of milk for a good report card. Even when I made a ‘C’ in math.
3. When I was thirteen and she took me in the Army/Navy surplus store because that’s where you bought the bellbottomed jeans with a cuff that everyone else was wearing at school.
2. Watching Mary Poppins.
1. The day she tearfully explained to me driving home from school that Santa Claus hadn’t made enough Charlie McCarthy ventriloquist dolls for all the boys and girls that wanted one that year, so I wouldn’t be getting one for Christmas. It was okay. I got one for Valentine’s Day instead.
Fifty-one years of moments. Awfully hard to narrow them down to ten. Grateful for all of them.
Wishing a happy Mother’s Day to my mom….