Room for Joy
October 17, 2021
My earliest memory of mom and baseball is from the summer of 1967, I think. I wasn’t very old. I walked into the living room to find mom kneeling in front of our TV. Suddenly, she began striking the carpet with her fists and yelling at the TV -“run, run, run!” It was a little startling to say the least. What I remember most was how happy she was watching that game.
She has a wonderful gift of being able to immerse herself in joyful things, setting aside difficulties and sadness for a while to make room for joy.
She has a wonderful gift of being able to immerse herself in joyful things, setting aside difficulties and sadness for a while to make room for joy.