Yesterday, I got to serve as the social media legal expert on the Dr. Phil show. I’ve done a lot of TV before - such as Larry King and CNN - but nothing as exciting as being seen by millions of people on network television talking about what I love.
Doing these appearances is fun, but there was someone who loved them more than anyone: my mother. She would get so excited every time I‘d be on TV. She’d ask me a million questions about it and then share the news with all her friends.
She even went so far to make scrapbooks of everything I’ve done. Every article I wrote. Event that I spoke. And every local paper quote. She really got such a kick out of it all.
We had planned to sit down one day and go through the scrapbooks together. She would have shown me everything she saved as we flipped through the pages one by one. And I’d tell her all the stories behind everything.
But now she’s gone. And we won’t get the chance to spend that time and share our stories. And I feel so very terrible about that. I think that’s what pains me the most, sometimes. Time unspent and things left unsaid.
But, that’s the bond mothers share with their children, I suppose. No matte how much of a pain we can be, they are still proud of every little thing we do. And no matter how old we get, we never lose the desire of making them proud.
Mom, I hope you got to see me on TV yesterday. I hope you got a kick out of it, and that it made you smile. I hope you turned to a friend and said “Boy, the camera really does add ten pounds” 😅
But above all, I hope I made you proud ❤️