Every time it’s mother’s day, a mother sends her ping.
If you lost
your mom, you know what I mean. Just like the missing Malaysian plane, a lost mom will send her messages.
Her maternal homing device finds
you, to tell you to get your elbows off the table or not be so hard on
My mother’s pings to each of my sibling are unique. To one sister, it’s the train. To another, it’s a sale at JC Penney. To all of us, it’s hearing Claire de Lune or smelling a Whopper Junior.
But what’s my unique ping signal from my mom?
Any and everything that has to do with Christmas.
In America, my mom’s pings would stop being
detected around February.
But in China?She’s pinging all year long.
Here are some recent pictures I took of my mom’s perennial pinging around Kunming.
Papa Beard Claus
Dueling Santas at the import store
A rogue Reindeer at Dairy Queen
Look’s who’s on the rooftop at Nanya Fengqingyuan
What is your mother’s (other other past away loved one’s) unique ping to you?