When Worlds Collide

I was scheduled for office duty on Mother’s Day, being the only “non-mother” amongst my colleagues. Evidently, the Border Collie doesn’t qualify as a real child. Knowing the day would be quiet, with most people tied up with their own family celebrations, I planned an office picnic to mark the holiday with my parents and godmother. If I had to be working and couldn’t be golfing, at least I could squeeze in some family time.

On the day prior to my planned get-together, my aging golf friend phoned to chat. I asked if she had plans for Mother’s Day. Never having met her offspring, I am aware that one of her children lives two states away and the other a half a world away. She would spend the day alone, she said. With but a moment’s hesitation, an invitation for her to join us at our little picnic popped out. It was as natural as a golf swing – you may take that as you will. (more…)