Mother’s Day is coming up around the corner. This is the second year that I alternately dread the day and love it.
I dread it because it so freshly reminds me of where we are at with our fertility situation. It reminds me that for so many people, getting pregnant and having the baby is the easy part. It reminds me that our guest room is still just a guest room, not a home to a permanent resident.
I love Mother’s Day because I have a wonderful mom. My mom is vivacious and bright and beautiful. She is a fantastic cook, an enthusiastic story-teller and a one-woman party. If you wonder where I get my “talk to anyone” attitude, it’s from my mom. I remember being in Washington, DC, waiting to cross a street and Mom struck up a conversation with a complete stranger. Turns out Mom knew a guy who knew someone that this stranger knew.
No one is a stranger to my mom.
She is inclusive and fiercely loyal. My friends love hanging out with my mom. She remembers them, she remembers their stories and she always asks them questions about what is going on in their lives.
My husband loves my mom. I suspect it is largely due to the fact that whenever Mom sees him, she is constantly trying to feed him (this is not something that happens for him in our house… woops!). I think it’s good that he loves my mom because, as Mom would say, “The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree!”
Speaking of that – my mom LOVES sayings. She says things like:
“That’s why tigers eat their young!” (Do they? Do they really? I don’t think they do, but my mom has said that for SO long, I have started to question tigers…) “There’s a lid for every pot” (not in our house – but I think she was referencing finding a mate, not actual cookware) “No good deed goes unpunished” (Hm, sadly, I have found that to be true more often than I would like…) “Better to ask for forgiveness instead of permission” (Hmmmm…)
My mom, often in desperation, would tell us things that were not true that still mess with me to this day. Like, for example, you HAVE to curl your hair to go to the city. Or that the waiter was going to lock my brother up in the back room if he misbehaved (which explains why Andy would cry whenever he saw a waiter until he was about 18). Babies crying in church were baby Jesus being born (this really messed me up because we had a giant crucifix at the front of our church + my dad read me time travel stories = I thought Jesus was a time traveling baby and I always wanted to tell warn him about the crucifixion “Don’t do it Jesus! They are going to crucify you!”).
Everything was fun and new and fresh with my mom. Every day was a new adventure growing up. My mom let us try a lot of things – this is how I knew I’d never be a horse jockey, a concert cellist, or a professional softball player. It’s also how I knew what college I wanted to go to, what I wanted to major in and gave me a foundation of skills and knowledge to do all of those things.
When I was little, I loved driving places with my mom. I remember listening to Elton John and Billy Joel on the radio, bopping along with her as we went to the grocery store or to visit Nani.
On one sunny afternoon, I remember my mom let me get Bubble Tape (6 feet of gum!), even though she hates gum (and bananas and raisins – also called the unholy trinity). I remember holding the package in my hand, so happy to have this treat. I looked at the packaging and I looked up at Mom and said, “Hey Mom, you know who makes this gum?” She replied, “No, who?” And I said, very seriously and proudly (I had just learned how to read) said, “Pat Pending!”
My mom laughed so hard that big tears were rolling down her cheeks. She tried to explain to me what a patent was and what pending meant, but she could hardly get it out.
My mom loves to laugh. She loves to delight in everyday kinds of things.
I love you Mom! Happy Mother’s Day!