By Wyatt Earp | November 13, 2010
Today is my mom’s 65th birthday.
I just wanted to take a moment and wish her a happy birthday, since I rarely talk about her here. She busted her hump working odd jobs – waitress, data processing, etc – while trying to raise Randal, Allison, and I. And believe me, at times we were not exactly model children. My parents had to open up the occasional can of whoop arse, but we’re better people for it.
Mom always had a scary sixth sense when it came to girlfriends. One time in high school, I brought a girl home, and after she left – a few hours later – mom turned to me and said, “I don’t like her.” Naturally, I thought I knew better, and we continued dating for a while – before she cheated on me. A year after that she was arrested for drug possession. When I told her, she just smiled. Parents are always right. It was one of those things that you never understand until you have kids of your own.
Today, she is still right a lot of the time, except when it comes to baseball. She loves the Phillies, while I try to tell her to root for the Yankees – not gonna happen. Baseball was the topic of the day, though, as my sister went in with us to buy mom a Shane Victorino Phillies jersey. She called me this morning to tell me she loved it.
Enjoy mom. And have a terrific day!