“I thought about coming for Mother’s Day, but with Jim gone the last two weeks…” I say, trailing off with no small amount of guilt this morning on the way to the train.
“It’s okay,” Mom says, as I know she will. “It’s just another day.”
“It’s NOT just another day!”
“Well then I sure hope you got me something good,” she says, laughing.
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Today’s call started with a song:
Good morning, good morn-ing
You’ve slept the whole night through
Good morning, good morning to you!
Sometimes we sing. It’s what we do.
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There’s no Hallmark card on the planet that could capture what I’d say about my Mom for Mother’s Day.
But all of my best memories are of Mom making everything better. Everything.
Small, sick and miserable, sheets soaked with sweat -- Mom cleans me up, putting fresh sheets on the bed and fresh PJs on me.
Nervous and freaked out over a new job -- Mom reminds me of my first job at McDonald's and the shake machine spraying all over the front of my uniform, and what a bad day THAT was.
In the hospital after a car accident -- Mom dead-heads all the flower arrangements, straightens up the room, making me laugh so hard it hurts.
Post knee surgery -- Mom comes again, waking up with me during the night to feed me crackers and meds, making sure I'm comfortable.
She's the biggest blessing of my life.
And she always, always makes everything all better.
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I am reading: National Geographic (still)
I am listening to: Mother’s Day Mix for Mom
And I am: Blessed
3 weeks ago
3 comments:
Hey Hedy,I haven't sent one of these in awhile, and although it has nothing to do with your wonderful post, I figured you'd get a chuckle out of it on such a fine friday morning...
(suddenly I'm thinking of how to get the reaper out of that square room:
CURTAIN RODS----
She spent the first day packing her belongings into boxes, crates and
suitcases.
On the second day, she had the movers come and collect her things.
On the third day, she sat down for the last time at their beautiful
dining room table by candle-light, put on some soft background music,
and feasted on a pound of shrimp, a jar of caviar, and a bottle of
spring-water.
When she had finished, she went into each and every room and deposited
a few half-eaten shrimp shells dipped in caviar into the hollow of the curtain rods.
She then cleaned up the kitchen and left. When the husband returned with his new girlfriend, all was bliss for the first few days.
Then slowly, the house began to smell.
They tried everything; cleaning, mopping and airing the place out.
Vents were checked for dead rodents and carpets were steam cleaned.
Air fresheners were hung everywhere. Exterminators were brought in to set off gas canisters, during which they had to move out for a few days
and in the end they even paid to replace the expensive wool carpeting.
Nothing worked.
People stopped coming over to visit.
Repairmen refused to work in the house.
The maid quit.
Finally, they could not take the stench any longer and decided to move.
A month later, even though they had cut their price in half, they could not find a buyer for their stinky house.
Word got out and eventually even the local realtors refused to return their calls.
Finally, they had to borrow a huge sum of money from the bank to
purchase a new place.
The ex-wife called the man and asked how things were going.
He told her the saga of the rotting house. She listened politely and said that she missed her old home terribly and would be willing to reduce her divorce settlement in exchange for getting the house back.
Knowing his ex-wife had no idea how bad the smell was, he agreed on a price that was about 1/10th of what the house had been worth, but only if she were to sign the papers that very day.
She agreed and within the hour his lawyers delivered the paperwork.
A week later the man and his girlfriend stood smiling as they watched the moving company pack everything to take to their new home.........
And to spite the ex-wife, they even took the the curtain rods!!!!!!
I LOVE A HAPPY ENDING, DON'T YOU?
Happy Mother's Day, Hedy's Mom. She's not all that bad, is she?
Thank you Hedy for making me sound so good. As you know I am not always that nice, but thanks again for saying it. Love you with all my heart.
Love, Mudder
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