May 13th is Mother’s Day, so if you still have a mother or are married to one, don’t forget to call, email, write, text or tweet her on the day.
When I was raising the kids, my favourite things to get were their cards. They usually involved our family of stick people, the dog and a little sun tucked into the corner. This brings me to some sunny mother memories.
I recall being at our bank. The lineup was long so the three youngest, bored with sitting quietly in the corner, decided to entertain folks by doing sit-ups on the floor. That is, one did the sit-ups; one held his legs and one counted in Japanese.
Their older siblings happened to be learning karate so the household now could count to 10 in that language. When I got to the teller, I had propped their older sibling up on the counter beside me while I checked my account. Hearing some muffled chuckles from the lineup behind me, I looked beside me to hear our son, his finger in the air sporting a large gooey item from his nostril, loudly ask “Here mom. What do I do with this?” All mothers should have tissues in their pockets, but I did not. The teller kindly handed me one.
Another distant memory was of our eldest son who one fine day waltzed up and cracked open his armpit. It was completely covered in bubblegum. His reason: “I wanted to see if it would melt.”
Vaguely remembering some recipe to get gum from a carpet, I rubbed peanut butter on the sticky armpit, much to the amusement of all the children, who had gathered round to witness what big brother just did. The awe in their eyes made me warn them never to do this thoughtless thing themselves. Number one son, looking thoughtful and absolutely guiltless, calmly stuck his finger in his armpit and started eating the peanut butter. The kids’ estimation of their older brother grew yet another degree that day.
There are so many memories a mother tucks away in her mind. With luck she also tucks them in a book so she won’t forget because time passes, memories fade and the things our children do and say are crazy enough and precious enough to keep forever. May your Mother’s Day bring sweet memories to you and yours.
Faye Lippitt is the author of “16 Chickens on a Trampoline” and the children’s book, “The Great Caribbean Chicken Caper.”