When I logged on to Facebook this morning, I saw that I have 5 notifications. Three of the notifications were telling me that my mom "liked" something I wrote. Sometimes, I think she uses the "like" button to mark where she has been, like my dog on a walk around the block. We have 55 friends in common which means anything I write, she sees. Most of the "Favorites" on my projects on Ravelry are from her. She has my first knitted washcloth and my Kindergarten art smock. She has retired and moved to my hometown. I see her almost every day. She will be the first to read and comment on this blog post. To say she is my biggest fan is a bit of an understatement.
I was talked to my co-worker from China and she said, "You are lucky. Your family is so close. They all love and care for you." Her family, including her husband, is all in China except for her daughter, who my co-worker raised alone.
I read my favorite Ravelry board, Selfish Knitters. Lots of them have narcissistic mothers and they are just now as adults learning to tell people "no." Their mothers think the world revolves around themselves. It is a very child like attitude that is hard for me to understand in mothers.
Then I drove home and thought about it. My commute is my time. I listen to NPR and Pop music with no comments regarding my taste or political leanings. I call my best friend for a nice phone chat that is not interrupted by, "MOM! He is touching ME!" It is kinda nice.
I was so deep in thought, I lost track of time and ended up in the slow lane. I looked at the clock and realized I wasn't going to make it to both day cares before they close. CRAP! I picked up the phone and called the only person I knew who could help.
"Mom? Would you pick up the boys from daycare?...Thanks...Yes, Subway sounds nice for dinner...Yes, after dinner I have to take both boys to Bugs' Cub Scouts because Bear is at work and then I have to go to the grocery store...Oh...Yes it would be nice if you could take Boo AND go to the grocery store while Bugs and I go to scouts...Thank you, Mom, you are a life saver."
She wouldn't even let me pay for dinner or my groceries. She makes me wish that real life had buttons.
So, I can click "LIKE"
Showing posts with label mother. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mother. Show all posts
Tuesday, February 4, 2014
Sunday, February 10, 2013
Bugs went missing
I was sitting with my laptop early this morning and watching Tim Minchin and Only1Noah. Boo was in the TV room watching cartoons and I had not seen Bugs yet. Then I looked up at the clock. It was too late for Bugs to be sleeping. He wouldn't go to bed on time if he didn't get up soon and tomorrow is a school day.
So I strolled into his room and his bed was empty. His covers were on the floor. I picked up his covers but he wasn't under there. I ran to his brother's room and our room on the chance that he woke up and crawled into another bed. Nope and nope. I started to panic (as I am apt to do) and I ran through the bedrooms again. I looked under the beds, around the closets, and under all covers again. What will I tell his father, should I call the police, OMG where the heck could he have gone! Would he have gone outside, could he be in the basement, maybe the back deck.
I started yelling his name as I checked the bathrooms. Screeching when I turned the corner and there he was, coming out of the TV room. He had walked right past me earlier while I was glued to the computer. I picked him up (hard to do because he is 7 and all legs) and I said, "I thought you were kidnapped by Aliens!" He looked at me and said, "Mom, Aliens aren't real." Touché.
So I strolled into his room and his bed was empty. His covers were on the floor. I picked up his covers but he wasn't under there. I ran to his brother's room and our room on the chance that he woke up and crawled into another bed. Nope and nope. I started to panic (as I am apt to do) and I ran through the bedrooms again. I looked under the beds, around the closets, and under all covers again. What will I tell his father, should I call the police, OMG where the heck could he have gone! Would he have gone outside, could he be in the basement, maybe the back deck.
I started yelling his name as I checked the bathrooms. Screeching when I turned the corner and there he was, coming out of the TV room. He had walked right past me earlier while I was glued to the computer. I picked him up (hard to do because he is 7 and all legs) and I said, "I thought you were kidnapped by Aliens!" He looked at me and said, "Mom, Aliens aren't real." Touché.
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Regress
When my mother stays overnight with me, no matter if it is one night or many, I start to revert to my teenage ways of sitting and watching her work. She does the dishes, laundry and seems to have a blast doing it.
Her favorite part seems to be reading bedtime stories to the boys. It is the one thing I am happy to take over after she goes home. Harold and the purple crayon, Good Night Moon, Llama Llama, I could read children's books out loud for hours. My real favorite is The Long Long Letter by Elizabeth Spurr. It sees to be out of print but I got a second copy on Paperbackswap because we have loved our first copy to death.
Do you have a favorite children's book that isn't well known? Please share it in the comments. We are always looking for new books.
Her favorite part seems to be reading bedtime stories to the boys. It is the one thing I am happy to take over after she goes home. Harold and the purple crayon, Good Night Moon, Llama Llama, I could read children's books out loud for hours. My real favorite is The Long Long Letter by Elizabeth Spurr. It sees to be out of print but I got a second copy on Paperbackswap because we have loved our first copy to death.
Do you have a favorite children's book that isn't well known? Please share it in the comments. We are always looking for new books.
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