My mother is a white cloud. Every time I see her, she smiles even bigger than I can ever smile. She loves to talk stories about any of life’s teachings she’s discovered, and I generally just keep quiet and listen. Sometimes I don’t understand everything she says, but that’s OK. It makes me happy just knowing she’s happy imparting wisdom onto me.
One of the holiday presents I got my father was a signed copy of Andre Agassi’s autobiography, “OPEN.” To me, the book was gold, because Andre is my idol. It was my only copy, and I decided to give it to my father because I remember him loving to read and enjoying the game long ago.
When my father opened his present, he did thank me and showed his appreciation. However, a week later, the book still lay on the coffee table unread. Somewhat dismayed that Agassi was being ignored, I spoke to mom about perhaps taking the book back since I cherished it so much. She mentioned her unused Barnes & Nobles gift card and had an idea.
Later that evening, my parents went to the Mall for date night without us. Apparently, Carl’s Junior had a two-for-one special and my father was just dying to go! When they returned, my mother brought me over to the kitchen and told me, “Shhhhhh, take a look at the book. I bought another copy of “OPEN” and swapped it with your signed copy, so you can take it home! Dad will never know!” We laughed so hard it hurt and gave each other high fives! My mom was right, dad never found out. Mom, who knows very little about tennis, was encouraged by my enthusiasm she even read “OPEN” before dad!