The moments I share with Mom now are simple: I hold her hands and tell her I love her.
Saturday, September 14, 2013
Sunday, July 7, 2013
Coming Of Age
Ma had a history of being a generous and thoughtful gift-giver. She loved to make people smile. On my 18th birthday, she prefaced my gift with something like this:
"Missy, I've been holding onto your gift for 18 years - waiting to give this to you. It means a lot to me and I'd like for you to have it..."
I'm thinking - WOW...this must be something really special! Some sort of family heirloom, perhaps? A piece of jewelry?! What is it?!
Ma went into her bedroom, dug into her underwear drawer, and pulled out a small canister and handed it to me: "This was the spermicidal foam that was supposed to have worked the night you were conceived...."
"Whaaaat?! Ma - that's gross!"
"I thought about writing the company and thanking them for making a faulty product. It's because of this that I have you."
Such a weird, wonderful and loving gesture. And so perfectly my Mom.
"Missy, I've been holding onto your gift for 18 years - waiting to give this to you. It means a lot to me and I'd like for you to have it..."
I'm thinking - WOW...this must be something really special! Some sort of family heirloom, perhaps? A piece of jewelry?! What is it?!
Ma went into her bedroom, dug into her underwear drawer, and pulled out a small canister and handed it to me: "This was the spermicidal foam that was supposed to have worked the night you were conceived...."
"Whaaaat?! Ma - that's gross!"
"I thought about writing the company and thanking them for making a faulty product. It's because of this that I have you."
Such a weird, wonderful and loving gesture. And so perfectly my Mom.
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