Growling Mother, Munching Monkey

I think about my mom every day, but more so that today is Mother's Day. I often beat myself up, thinking about the times I disappointed her or wasn't the son I should have been, but most memories are about the good and funny times. I like to think I inherited her sense of humor.

One recollection I had earlier made me smile; we were having a family dinner with the main course being ribs. I had just polished off my last rib (there were none left on the platter) and jealously looked over at mom eating one of her ribs. She saw me eyeballing her rib and she put an exaggerated bite on the bone, narrowed her eyes and growled at me.

I laugh out loud every time I think of that.