For both you and me
There are no stores to buy one
It's not the way to be
Our mothers bring us into this world
And make our lives bloom
So one day out of the year
We pay tribute to those we owe our lives to.
Calling a friend to see if he was going to look for any mushrooms in his area he told her of some despairing news. His mother had gotten an infection and needed to go to the hospital for a week. When she came home, things were not working like they had before. He had a lady come in daily to help with her needs of the day. This hurt a bit to hear, her parents had been gone for quite some time, and this parent had taken that position over in her life. She offered to come sit with her and help, but he only thanked her and said everything was fine. She could hear a quiver in his voice and knew this was real hard on him.
Two churches were offering separate dinners for the weekend so she didn’t want to miss these. She stopped and took her friend out for lunch to clear his mind and both set in with mushroom stories. They laughed looking back through the years at how many they had found. It was a happy time to share these wonderful stories and soon a man behind them wanted to know what they had found hearing that precious word- mushrooms. It was funny to tell a few more stories and never give up the locations they secretly held dear to their hearts. The woods was calling her name after hearing all these stories, and she hated not getting her friend interested in going out. Maybe the next year he said, and this seemed like he knew his life would be different then. His mother had seen parts of two centuries and had lived a full life. She just wasn’t ready to hear of her leaving this world. Friends like this seemed like they were a forever deal. She remembered reading that we start our demise as soon as we are born, but that seemed silly at the time. Nothing lasts forever, as was the story of her looking for the tiny mushrooms she wanted to find this time of year.
Heading out she almost missed her turn of a favorite area she had gone to for years. The green was a variety of shades and called out to her to enjoy all the new life in the forest. Flowers were thick, and she often wished they would stay longer. She started down a deer trail and looked for a good spot. Soon she was miles from her van and started back toward where she had started. The scenery all around had captured her attention more than thoughts of finding any mushrooms. Her conversation at lunch relived itself in a number of different thoughts and ideas how she could better her friends situation. He wasn’t a real open person with sentimental thoughts, so it was hard to see him in this situation. A bird called from a tree above her and she smiled seeing her first bunting of the season. This had been a good area to catch their migration this time of year, so she often came to look for them. One year a flock had stopped to fuel up and there were over a hundred of these colorful birds all around her. She held out her hands and thanked all that had made this event possible. When she got back to her van she again thanked the land for such a nice day, and offered a prayer of health and happiness to her friend and his family. Her thoughts drifted out of the forest and followed her out across the prairie.