Come Here Doug

My Mom is awesome.  I learned so much from her and awe at her wisdom and insight.  I suspect most of her lessons were deliberate, but some like the one I learned this day, I suspect were unintentional.

I was pretty small when we lived on Factor Street.  One day I was playing in the backyard.  There was a ton of vegetation and a banana tree.  I loved that backyard.  I have no idea what I was doing but I remember hearing my Mom call.  "Doug...Doug".

I know some of our character traits develop quickly.  Obvious my character was flawed because I totally ignored her.  I really didn't want my important activities to be interrupted, especially if I was going to be required to complete a chore.  

It was probably 5 minutes later when I heard her call again.  "Doug, Doug, Come Here."  Once again  I ignored the request.  This time I did feel a considerable measure of guilt and fear.

Soon, the inevitable petition came again and this time with more urgency but kindness in her voice.  "DOUG, COME HERE".  I reluctantly complied.  

Imagine the surprise, delight and guilt I enjoyed when I realized the summons was simply to delight me with some freshly baked Chocalate Chip Toll House cookies and a tall glass of milk.

It was a lesson well learned and a precious moment with my precious Mother.