After my father died, my mother continued to summer by the sea. One night, as my SUV’s tires crunched goodbye on the stone driveway, I looked back at the house. The weathered cottage was a softly-lit beacon glowing in the gloaming. This did not fill me with confidence. My eighty-something mother was alone, defenseless. I stopped the truck . . .
Predictably enough, my anti-gun mum was shocked when I suggested she keep my revolver by her bed. Offended. Angry. But I felt duty-bound. When someone spends a large part of their life protecting you, offering them a tool for self-defense is the right thing to do. Even if they won’t receive it.
Luckily, most TTAG readers aren’t in the same place. So, what gun would you/did you buy for your mother – or the mother of your children – for Mother’s Day?