SPORT
She’d stand shivering in the rain, teeth chattering, barely able to hold up the umbrella in the wind. Every game, Mom was there, no matter what, cheering me on as I ran up and down the field.
“Kick it, Benny!” she’d yell.
I remember how, win or lose, she’d tell me I did a great job, even when my only shot of the game was a miss.
“Keep practicing, Benny,” she’d say, handing me a towel. “You’ll get it next time.”
Now it’s my turn to cheer her on as she struggles to walk, talk, and remember my name.
“Kick it, Benny!” she’d yell.
I remember how, win or lose, she’d tell me I did a great job, even when my only shot of the game was a miss.
“Keep practicing, Benny,” she’d say, handing me a towel. “You’ll get it next time.”
Now it’s my turn to cheer her on as she struggles to walk, talk, and remember my name.
