A Sign of

My son is still in Talladega, Alabama. The NASCAR cup race was today so he will be headed home some time tomorrow. I called him when I got home from church, I’m not sure what had happened, but he had an attitude. I kept the conversation short. I saw no sense is allowing him to take out what ever set him off on me.

I spent the time before the race taking it easy, mindlessly scrolling online and half watching what ever it was showing on the television. My dad called and asked about the race and I told him when and what channel. I then began waiting myself for the race to come.

It has been a lot nicer today than the past few days. I wish it were warmer but at least the sun was out, and so were the dogs. Which is important.

When the race came on I only half paid attention. Then I suddenly realized they were down to the last forty laps, then the last couple. As I watched, my (and half the folks at the track) favorite driver, Chase Elliott made his move. He slid out of line, got a nice push and he was off and showing ’em how its done. At this point I’m pounding the desk and yelling at the television. I know, that there is no way I could be heard all the way to Alabama, but I’m yelling anyway. Poor Bella, she’s peering in the door looking at me as if she was wondering if she needed to go for help. When that number nine crossed the finish line I was cheering, then turned and told Bella everything was fine. She stood there for a few minutes more as if she didn’t believe me. She’s fine now.

I was sitting here later back to mindlessly scrolling when my son called. I was cautious as I wasn’t sure whether his mood had improved or not. It had, and he apologized over his earlier attitude. We even discussed some of what had brought it on. I told him about the kittens and trying to get them help. He, even in his most jaded, he has a place for animals within his heart. He even said that maybe, once the infection is taken care of we could find homes for them. It simply won’t be safe for them out in the back yard. I believe in the compassion of others when it comes to animals as someone contacted me offering cat food, if I wanted it. Absolutely.

 My son and I chatted for a good while before he ended the call to go find something to eat. After ending the call, I once again reminded of how immature, and yet mature my son can be. But then, so can all the rest of us from time to time. Just as we have a tendency to worry…. I’ll be very glad when he’s home safe.


About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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2 Responses to A Sign of

  1. John says:

    This is so wonderful to read, Rebecca. Your young man is a great guy because of his mother. 🙏🏻☺️

    • I like to think that, but I feel if I had been a good mother, he would have a family of his own now and not feel so responsible for us old folks. I hate to think that he feels trapped.

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