recognition

There are dozens at tables, quieted by the few at the front of the room. Everyone's attention is on them as they thank everyone for introducing themselves, gratitude for coming and their general appreciation for being able to come together.

One of them changes tone, mentioning the elder brother not in attendance. Another's face sinks into sadness, telling everyone where he is, that he's close and his current condition. The room falls somber.

As they turn the attention to Her, the room follows. Her devotion to that elder brother, Her father, is exalted. Her eyes turn to the table, Her face reddens and She fights against welling tears.

"And I'd like to thank Her for being so great with her Father. She's taken care of everything, is there all the time and she's taken on a lot. I can only hope my children act how she has when I need them."

She wipes an escaped tear from her cheek, hiding her eyes from those of everyone else. It's what She's wanted but She doesn't know how to react. She's bashful.

She bends herself to breaking for Her family. She makes tedious phone calls, manages finances and keeps everyone on task. Normally reserved, She can be aggressive and unrelenting.

Typically, no one acknowledges it, taking it for granted. She continues on in spite of most ignoring it. She can complain but generally seems to revel in the day to day activities.

I haven't appreciated Her, not like I should. I know She works too hard, stresses too much and overextends but I'm too caught up in my own selfishness sometimes to truly realize what She does.

But that look on Her face, red as a beet, eyes swollen with salty tears, is impossible to ignore. In front of everyone, to the point of embarrassment, She is finally recognized. And with that recognition I'm overwhelmed with pride.

I hope someday I can have half the compassion and care my mother does. I hope someday to be able to really express my appreciation for all She's done.