
Almost every year that I’ve been on social media, I have shared the picture above around Mother’s Day. It’s one of my favorite pictures of my mom because I think it tells the perfect story of what kind of mother and wife she was. She seems to be completely into her task of getting ready for bed, unphased the constant banging of the snare drum her son has brought into the bathroom. If I remember correctly, I brought this drum into the bathroom after she was already there. This bathroom had tile on the floor and most of the walls, so you know that the sound of the drum got maximum reverberation. I don’t remember her complaining at all. I’m sure this is just one example of her putting up with an energetic, noisy son. Especially if it was related to making music in any way at all, I was always encouraged, even when my timing wasn’t so great.