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Wednesday, April 17, 2013
It was Mother’s Day 2009 when I witnessed the abuse of an elderly woman at a local restaurant. She looked to be in her late 80s or early 90s and needed help walking. Her daughter, son-in-law and their three teenaged children were taking her out for the annual guilt-relieving dinner.
The old lady started a conversation with one young grandson. When she called him by the wrong name, her daughter became highly agitated and began verbally chastising her mother for not remembering the boy’s right name. The woman was making quite a public scene and obviously scaring the old lady.
The old lady calmly replied, “I’m sorry I got his name wrong, dear, but I hadn’t seen him or spoken to him since last Mother’s Day. I just wanted to know how he was doing in school, and I hadn’t heard from any of you since Christmas Day.”
Because it was a special day at the crowded restaurant, I decided, for the sake of the trembling, teary-eyed old lady, to keep my renowned big mouth shut.
Since then, I made it a cause to talk to pre-boomer seniors about their grown children, and I have been totally aghast, ashamed and sickened by the number of elderly parents who never receive even a phone call from their children to check and see if they are alive and well. They call only on birthdays, Christmas or, in many cases, when they want something from their parents.
There are 10,080 minutes in each week. Enough minutes to text, play games, explore apps and watch videos on new cellphones, while so many lonely seniors are waiting in vain for that call. It is disgraceful that supposedly mature, responsible, caring, unselfish grown-up children can’t take 10 minutes out of their extremely busy and worldly important schedule to call Mama once each week to ask her how she is feeling and to say, “I was thinking about you.” Just 10 minutes out of 10,080 is not too much to ask.
After all that Mama has done for you over the years, rather than waiting for her birthday, Christmas and Mother’s Day, couldn’t you take just 10 minutes every week to call and make sure she is well and let her hear your voice? It would lighten her heart as well as your own. It would truly make her week, and she would feel as blessed as she did the day you were born, when she heard your voice the very first time as you cried out for her attention. Attention she lovingly and unselfishly gave to you.
It makes me wish, even now in my senior years, that I had been blessed to have been raised by a mother of my own so I could call her each and every week, listen to her aged voice and to say to her, “I love you, Mom.”
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