Walking across a parking lot one day this past weekend, I stepped over a patch of oil in one of the parking spots. As I did this I could clearly hear a voice in my head from my childhood, my mom's voice, Don't step in the oil!!
I don't know why it makes me smile every time it crosses my mind. Maybe it's because it used to startle the shit out of me when I was a kid. I was always kinda in my own little world. You know, taking in the sights, watching the clouds drift by that looked like a clown feeding an ice cream to a little wiener dog and day dreaming as I walked from here to there. Watching the leaves rustle in the breeze and all of a sudden my mom hollers out, "Don't step in the oil!"
It was startling. It stopped me in my tracks.
I understand now, she didn't want oil on my shoes tracking in on the carpet. It apparently made quite an impression on me. I haven't actually heard her say that in probably 30+ years, but I still hear it in my mind just about any time I walk across a parking lot. I love my momma. We always have a good laugh when we're on the phone or in person. I am so grateful.
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