By David Ian
TIME APPROXIMATE: 6 Minutes
SCRIPTURE: Proverbs 6:20-21
Dressing room/outdoors, writing, desk flower in vase, dresser, pen, paper, envelope, brush, earrings.
A man writes to his mother on Motherís Day (or her birthday), saying all the things that he wanted to say Ė but only now is a little too late
VOICEOVER (RANDY WRITING)
RANDY is sitting SL at desk with a vase and a flower in it and is writing a letter. He reads what he is writing out loud, or it is done VOICEOVER, but LAURA cannot hear his composition. LAURA is sitting at a dresser SR brushing her hair, fixing her make-up, and is preparing to go. RANDY has shirt and tie on, but his jacket remains on LAURAíS chair.
RANDY: (writes) "Dear Mom. I just thought Iíd write some things down for Motherís Day. Since youíre nearby I usually donít think about writing to you, but this Motherís Day I thought Iíd do something special.
I guess Iíve always been your little boy, and although Iíve sometimes wanted to outgrow that image, only now when I look back do I see how blessed I was to have a mother like you."
LAURA: How soon do you think youíll be ready?
RANDY: Uh, pretty soon. I still need a couple of minutes.
LAURA: Thatís fine. Iíll be ready when you are.
RANDY: (writes) "I remember your packing a lunch for my school everyday when I was little. Many kids had hot lunches, and I suppose your reason for brown bagging was to save money, but I liked bringing my lunch because I knew that you had made it, and so it was like taking a little bit of my mom with me to school.
I also remember playing sports, and all the times you would pick me up from practices, or sit in the cold rain on uncomfortable bleachers during games and cheer for me, or be ready with a sympathetic smile when games didnít go so well, or I didnít get to play very much. Somehow, you being there always made the hard times just a little bit easier."
LAURA: What do you think, dear? The dangle earrings, or the silver?
RANDY: What? Oh, the, uh, dangle ones.
LAURA: Your mother gave me both of these. Sheís always had good taste.
RANDY: Yes, she has. I need a little more time with this.
LAURA: Oh? What are you writing?
RANDY: Just a little something, some thoughts. Motherís Day stuff for Mom.
LAURA: How sweet. Let me know when youíre ready.
RANDY: Okay. (writes) "I guess there comes a time in most everyoneís life when they are embarrassed about their moms. Young adults view parents as a hindrance to their newly found independence, and so they spurn the attentions they previously desired.
It is for those times that I wish to express my most sincere apology. I said and did things to purposefully hurt you in order to drive some distance between you and me. I thought I was realizing my maturity. It was with great patience that you endured those years, and I thank you, and again I am sorry." (pause)
LAURA: Honey, are you all right?
RANDY: (pause) Yes, Iím fine. Iím just, uh, Iím just finishing up.
LAURA: Okay. No hurry. Take all the time you need.
RANDY: (writes) "It wasnít until I was much older and I had to take on the real world myself that I realized just how much you did for me when I was young. I also realized how painful it was for you to let me go. I was mammaís little baby.
All you could hope for was that the love and care that you had given me when I was young, the wisdom and discipline, and the example you set for me with your own life would sustain me on my own journey through adulthood.
You have done so much for me, sacrificed so much, given so much and I am sure that I cannot know the half of it. Sometimes I am ashamed at the ungrateful son I have been, when one more visit, one more letter, one more hello on the phone would have meant so much to you. Such a small sacrifice for me, and what a treasure it would have been for you."
(LAURA has noticed that RANDY is quite involved in his writing and so crosses SL to him, and reads over his shoulder.)
RANDY: (writes) "I thank God that instead of asking for return in kind for all youíve done, all that you wanted in return was an "I love you" from your little boy. Please, please forgive me, for I have been remiss in saying enough of those. And though my heart said "I love you" more than my mouth ever did, I only pray that a motherís ear could hear my heart when it did. And even if all the books in the world could not hold the I Love Youís that are your due, please allow me to say this one more time: "I love you, Mom."
Your little boy, Randy."
(RANDY stops and sniffles a little bit, LAURA puts her hand on his shoulder)
LAURA: (whispers) Thatís simply beautiful, dear. Iíll get an envelope while you get your coat.
(RANDY crosses SR and gets his coat, LAURA puts letter into envelope and stands up as RANDY helps LAURA into her coat. LAURA takes envelope and hands it to RANDY, and then pulls flower from vase on desk. RANDY and LAURA cross DC and stop, looking down. They are outside, at a gravesite now. LAURA kneels down and places flower on the ground and then stands up. RANDY stoops down, and places envelope on ground.)
RANDY: (hoarse whisper) Happy Motherís Day, Mom.
LAURA: (long pause) Are you ready, honey.
RANDY: (pause) Yeah. Letís go home. (they turn to go) And then letís give your mother a call and wish her a happy Motherís Day.
LAURA: All right. Sheíll like that.
RANDY: Yes. Yes, she will.
David Ian is the Founder and Artistic Director of "Unchained Productions", a Christian theatrical production and resource organization. He is an award-winning playwright, performer, and is touring a one-man comedy show entitled "The Replacement Disciple". His website can be found at www.UnchainedProductions.com.
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