Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Moms Thursday!

When grace is joined with wrinkles, it is adorable.
There is an unspeakable dawn in happy old age.
                              Victor



I love Thursdays, this is the day I make time to spend with my Mom. My Mom and I are a lot alike and when we get together I can really see the similarities ( the good, and the strange). It is so true the saying “The apple does not fall far from the tree.” That being said I am going to tell you about this past Thursday I spent with my Mom.

It started with a phone call, I thought I would phone my Mom and remind her I would be over there to cook supper, and ask her what she would like. Well most times this never works; I always seem to get the weird answering machine guy. Mom may be in the other room, she may be walking the street (not that way you may be thinking) or she may just not want to answer, I never know. I leave a message knowing she does not even know how to work that darn machine but it makes me feel better. I used to worry but I find this never does any good so I just go on with my morning.

I run around my house finding things to cook for our supper, she usually eats anything I prepare so this is not too hard. I bake some fresh cookies and pack everything up and head to her house. There is no use phoning her to tell her I am coming because I will only talk to that annoying little answering machine guy again.

I walk into my Mom’s house and she is sitting by the phone. OK at least she is fine and I know enough not to ask why she did not answer it. I ask her if she would like to put up her Christmas tree, or go for a drive and stop in at her favourite thrift store. Guess what she picked? Before I had put the things away I had brought she was standing at the door with her coat and purse.

I take the long way as she has been cooped up in the house for awhile. We talk about the winter coming and how she will not get out as much. It is a beautiful sunny day but the wind is cold. We both scan the fields as we go, always hoping to see some kind of wildlife.

We arrive at the thrift store and we are both very excited. Mom starts right to work scouring the shelves of other people’s treasures. I head to the books and let her be; never knowing what will be in her basket when I catch up with her again.

I hear her calling my name, I rush over wondering what she could want “Do you think this will look good one me?” I stare at a rabbit fur coat, NO!!! “OK,” thank goodness that was easy; sometimes we discuss it for a time. I head back to the books. I do notice she has another basket and I have no idea where the first one went, I ignore this and will sort that out later.

I myself find two brand new; in the package photo albums I ask how much they are $1. Each; sold! I go to see what Mom is into. While looking for Mom I see her first basket sitting on the floor it is full of old VHS movies, I put them back on the shelf; she already has all of them on her shelf at home. She is now in the stuffed animal section. I talk her out of most of them but she just had to have two. The rabbit with the big ears is so cute. We find some warm shirts and head to the check out. There is a woman asking, “Does anyone know who picked up this basket of stuffed animals?” I look and see a basket stuffed full of cute little creatures. I knew they were Mom’s but I knew she had forgotten. I picked it up and put them all back on the shelf while Mom was paying for what she had in the third basket. I used to feel guilty about this but Mom loves shopping and she really does not need all the things she picks. She was standing at the checkout with this huge smile on her face happy with what she had. Keep in mind we were in the thrift store for an hour and a half. We left the store with her one basket, out of the three she had shopped for, and I had two photo albums. We were both happy. She was smiling, and very happy. Me too.

Off to the grocery store to roam and see what strikes her fancy. Jelly beans, potato chips, rye bread, and a cucumber. I never ask, she was happy.


I take her to the park she loves so much. It was too cold to stand, or walk outside so I parked as close to the ducks and water as I could. We watched the beautiful sun shining down on the very choppy water. We watch the geese surf the waves, up and down, never moving from the spot they had picked. Incredible!  We laughed and joked about the ducks she used to own and just sat there and enjoyed the view. I finally said we better get home to make that supper.

 I love Thursdays with Mom. I know my girls someday will be putting my extra baskets back. I am sure they will love it. Thanks Mom. We will get the tree up before next Thursday.

Later

14 comments:

  1. I think that it's so great that you spend this regular, quality time with your Mom! What a wonderful time for both of you!

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  2. This is so beautiful. Wish I had just one more day with my Mom. Your pictures are so pretty!

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  3. The older I get the more I realize I am my "Mom" too! Sometimes I hear phrases come out of my mouth or catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and hear and see my Mom - I also realize the older I get that that is not bad!
    YOU ARE A GOOD DAUGHTER!

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  4. Oh that is a wonderful story of your day with your mum :)
    Take care M xoxo

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  5. I enjoy thrift shops, although these days they are not so thrifty.

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  6. I really admire your gentleness and patience with your Mother, whom you clearly love immensely. There are many others who would become irritated and snappy. I love that you visit your Mom from a place of deep love and understanding, rather than from a reluctant sense of duty and obligation. As Jent said, you are a good daughter and I really enjoyed being allowed to share in your day with her. She sounds so sweet and lovely. You wrote so beautifully and compassionately of her and her age related foibles. Big hug xoxo

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  7. i loved this, but it made my heart ache for my own mother, gone now 7 yrs. :)

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  8. A very touching post. Thanks for sharing it with us.

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  9. Your mom is so lucky to have such a patient daughter. This was such a lovely post, Buttons!

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  10. this is great...i love how you respect her and gently lead her away from things she doesn't need. i'm so glad you're able to spend quality time with her. and i agree...this apple didn't fall from the tree either! :)

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  11. You painted that picture very well. I can see you and your mom in that store, she filling baskets, you putting them away, and - most importantly - the happiness.

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  12. Oh B, I love this post. Your sweet mum, it is good you like to spend your time with her. Hope she enjoyed her dinner.

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  13. Buttons, I see your hard at it making feel good memories. I hope you all have a wonderful Christmas. Blessings Maa

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  14. I could only hope that my daughters will treat their elderly mother with so much patience, and understanding as you have.

    :)

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