EDDY'S PAGE
by Eddy Robey M.A.

Mother's Day dominates life during May; the first half of the month is devoted to planning for gifts and events, the second to conversations about what was given and done. The amount of advertising for gifts, flowers, and restaurants is overwhelming. Last week, in the thick of this promotional frenzy, I went shopping in a local housewares and linens store.

My contemplation of omelet pans was interrupted by a raucous voice only a few yards away. I turned toward the noise, and saw a woman of about thirty on her cell phone. She had discovered a display of some sort of vibrating toys, and was making vulgar gyrations to accompany her conversation.

I approached and said sotto voce, "The microphones in cell phones are very sensitive, so there is no need to shout. Perhaps, you are not aware that your conversation can be overheard over a very large area."

Oh my, the loud fury of that young woman was something fierce. Her volume and vulgarity, now directed towards me, increased. I quietly asked her, "What would your mother say?" She made a nasty parting remark, but headed out the door. I was able to return to shopping in peace.

There are advantages to being a very tiny older woman, one of which is that I feel safe when politely speaking my mind to strangers. Of course, I could be wrong someday, but figure that nobody really wants to be seen having a ruckus with a maternal-looking lady who is only 4' 8" tall. I always ask the same thing, "What would your mother say?"

Which question brings me back to the subject of Mother's Day. What is it that we moms want? Children who are reasonably contented, healthy, good people. No number of bouquets and brunches can ease the pain of having a child who is sad, ill, or badly behaved.

Would you really like to make mom smile? Show up at the door with a couple of bagels in a bag, a fresh-picked dandelion, and a plan to discuss about how you're going to improve yourself by becoming happier, healthier, and more of an asset to your community. Let her pour you a cup of coffee, and try to be of help in your enterprise.

The next time you have the sulks, reach for junk food, or are less than kind to a neighbor: ask yourself, "What would my mother say?" If you can do her proud, the world will be a better place.

Dandelion

A reflection of warm sunshine. Not rare,
But infinitely precious. A small child,
Will find and carry her with tender care.
Playmates and Kindergarten loves have smiled
With happiness, to receive the glad gift,
Offered freely with open heart and hand.
She spreads her beauty everywhere to lift,
The spirits of those who are willing, and
Able to enjoy the ordinary.
In vacant lot, trampled schoolyard, and lawn:
She lifts her golden head. All unwary
Of sophisticates, To the light of dawn,
She shows a puffball. Gentle breezes blow
The children of her heart, to root and grow.