Sunday, May 11, 2014

Mothering

I called my mom and asked her what she wanted to do for Sunday.
 I offered up a meal or some time shopping or whatever she wanted. 
I told her it was her day and she called the shots.
After a lot of hemming and um mm-ing...she said, "lets have oatmeal on Monday before work".
I was kind of disappointed, but curious why she chose that.
She is going to the movies with my father and will most likely see something HE wants to see and sit quietly through the whole event. Maybe get a big popcorn or red vines.
My mother has in the past, chosen to let me retreat on this day. She has respected my grief and discomfort and allowed me to pamper her for the day or asked that I pamper myself...or understood why I hid.
This year I seem still, quite OK.
(Aside from the market yesterday, where THANK GOODNESS the checker greeted the woman behind me with Happy Mothers Day, he was just a "hey how ya doing" for us...whew....I told the Barren that I felt quite relieved by not having that as our greeting.)
Feeling like this year was way too quiet, 
I kept prodding her and she said....well, that is what I really want.
I said OK, oatmeal it is then.

So today, I will be driving artwork to a drop-off site, picking up some caffeine along the way (as a treat to myself) and watching the Barren blow his nose....he caught a cold.
I sent out a few cards...and will send a few text messages...but it seems like any other Sunday to me.
but I haven't left the house yet....

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