Mom to the Rescue
Posted by laurenrantnrave
It’s Mother’s Day 2015 and here are some developments since my original post that is below this one.
Flashback to last June on Friday the 13th when I was moving out of my condo.
Things are going well as I plot my new adventure at my new home, yet to be discovered. As I float down the stairs of my condo hallway and hear the jingling of keys in my pocket, I am at peace. Delight turn to fright as I discover that my car keys are in my pocket and my condo keys are in my condo and I am on the wrong side of the door. Cell phone in hand, tears build, as I anxiously await to hear my mom’s calming voice. “Mom, I need you now!” Normally, my mom wouldn’t be home at the hour, but I caught her and she rushed over with the extra set of keys that she hadn’t returned to me yet! Morale: Mom came to the rescue, movers arrived and the rest of the day was seamless. Sigh.
After all these years, we still play tennis and if top spin was a spice, hers would be extra hot.
I have been taking guitar lessons since last fall. It can be frustrating learning how to play but, thankfully, I now have a really cool teacher who has turbo boosted my muscle memory that allows me to play all sorts of songs. However, I wouldn’t be playing the guitar if my mom didn’t buy it for me.
She grew up playing croquet and a group of us still play during the summer – thanks to the Croquet Hostess. She continues to channel her hometown roots and destroy the competition on the course, despite her routinely asking which wicket she is supposed to be shooting the ball through.
Last year, she introduced me to the Puzzle Island section of the Chicago Tribune. Since then, every Sunday, I go to her place and remove the coveted wordplay section and head over to the coffee shop to exercise my brain.
In the winter, we take walks and look at lights. In the warmer weather, we study the gardens and architecture of the homes. At night, we walk over to the lake and gaze at the Chicago Skyline, tranquil lake, and twinkling stars over our heads. If the timing is right, the fireflies come along for the ride.
I got her a memory rock from the rock store down the street, a couple of week ago. Whenever she forgets something now, she says it’s because she doesn’t have her memory rock – because she forgot to take it with her.
May her warmth, generosity, and amusing witticisms continue to impress all of the people who are lucky enough to encounter her. Happy Mother’s Day, Mom, thanks for creating memories with me!
5-12-13 It’s Mommy Time
This weekend, many Facebook profile and cover photos are composed of mothers, be it a flashback or a recent photo. This is done, obviously, as an homage to Mother’s Day. That’s one of the pros of Facebook. I’m fortunate that I get to hang out with my mom frequently. Here are some things that everyone loves about my mom, including me.
- She has voluminous hair and she passed that on to me. When I was younger, I used to call her mane “Bozo hair” and she hated that. It wasn’t THAT red but it was full of curls and actually quite pretty. When she grew her “natural” hair color out, to the bedevilment of our hair stylist, I commented that it looked like an “upside-down banana split”. She also didn’t like that too much, either.
- She is a committed pen pal. In college, she used to send me cards for every imaginative holiday, just so I would get mail. To this day, I get many emails from her daily.
- While in college, I had to go to this fancy dance and hand no clue what dress to buy. I received a green and purple formal dress in the mail a few days later – which fit perfectly and looked amazing. Seriously, I know WHY she did that. But HOW did she do that?
- She has a delightful and entertaining circle of friends – my “aunties”. We always find a reason to celebrate something and have a wonderful time.
- She’s an awesome cook and ALWAYS has a ripe avocado in the kitchen when I come to visit so I can make some guacamole. You can hear the comforting sounds of the mixing utensil in a glass as she makes me an awesome Mojito.
- She friends everyone. She can strike up a conversation with the most unapproachable people and make them smile.
- I’m her favorite daughter. She is my favorite mother.
- She is a gifted artist, writer, editor and architectural tour guide. I continually learn things from her.
- On occasion, I have lost her on public transportation. She doesn’t have a cell phone and refuses to get one. So, I walk through the train cars to find her.
- She hangs out with me very often, as I said, but always gives me an out if I accidentally double book or get asked to do something else at the last-minute.
- As you may have deduced, she’s very generous and stands in as “mom” if yours isn’t available. We’re all very lucky to have her around! Happy Mother’s Day!