She Called Every Day, Even When You Told Her Not To

My mother called me every Sunday. For forty-one years. Not because I asked her to. Not because we had agreed on it. She just... called every Sunday. At 10 AM. Whether I was twenty-two or sixty-three. Whether things were good or falling apart. Whether I had called her back the week before or not. 10 AM. Sunday. Every week. I didn't understand what that call actually was until I got the call that told me she was gone. And Sunday morning came and the phone didn't ring. And I understood everything. She wasn't calling to catch up. She was calling to make sure I was still okay. She was calling because that is what mothers do — they carry you long after you are old enough to carry yourself. They just do it quietly. From a distance. Through a phone call every Sunday morning at 10 AM. Is there a call you've been meaning to make? Make it today. Before Sunday becomes the quietest morning of the week. Drop a ❤️ for every mother still making that call. #MotherAndSon #MomLove #CallYourMom #QuietMoments #BabyBoomers #UnconditionalLove #Legacy #SundayMorning #NeverStopCalling