When I was a tadpole my nickname used to be “Ben Bolt.” I was not a bad kid, but I was certainly a handful. Mischievous. My mother would take me to Target and as soon as the automatic doors gave me entry into this land of retail madness… I would bolt.
To me, it was a game. What better place to play hide and seek? Fortunately for my mom I always picked the same hiding place. I would find a nice clothing rack and shimmy behind the garments. She would call out my name and search the racks until she saw two tiny feet sticking out of the bottom.
I’m not really sure how my mom put up with my antics. I would have driven myself crazy. But her love for me never wavered. She always made sure I had everything I needed. She was always there for me. At the age of 14 when I told her I decided to be a comedian, she was unflinchingly supportive. And at the age of 18 when I was at college and I knew my body was starting to fail me, she welcomed me back home without hesitation. She is my biggest fan and the best mom I could have ever hoped for.
I love you, Mom. Happy Mother’s Day.
Thank you, FrogMom, for raising such an awesome son who gives so many of us endless entertainment!.. Happy Mother’s Day!