From Chicken Soup for the Soul: Thanks Mom
By Gail Wilkinson
A child embarrassed by his mother is just a child who hasn't lived long enough.
~Mitch Albom, For One More Day
Most mothers wear many hats. My mother, literally, had a closet full. And, to my great embarrassment, she wore them in public.
Mom adored hats of all kinds -- the bolder the better. She had rows of tissue covered hats overflowing her closet and spilling onto attic shelves. Vibrant red straw peeked through one bundle, chocolate-colored felt from another, and an occasional ribbon or bow escaped the wrapping. Another child might have found Mom's hat fancy intriguing or exciting. Not me. In the small Midwestern town where we lived, practical, plain clothing prevailed. My goal was to fit in. Mom had a flair for standing out.