My mother (a former Paris runway model) is amazing! She is happy and content to be a mother, wife, and non-profit administrator. We are pretty close too! We talk almost everyday. Whenever I go home for an extended period of time, my mother always finds time in her schedule to make my two favorite meals: spaghetti and fried fish.
She is also enthusiastic, kind, and generous. In fact, I can always tell when one of my siblings had a particularly challenging athletic event the evening before. Because she always sounds like an eighty-year old chain smoker when she looses her voice the day after.
I admire her a lot, and hope that I can be just as good a mother one day.
Sometimes, however, my mother’s enthusiasm can get the best of her. I often tell her haste makes waste. Cut once measure twice. But, I think at this point she is just used to having 9 people depend on her. So, whenever she can get ahead of the game she aims to do so.
One such opportunity reared its head at Thanksgiving a couple of years ago. Thanksgiving is HUGE in my house, and it is the holiday that everyone trys to make it home for. We had all gathered around the table and were preparing to say the blessing, when my mother announced that she had a gift for me. My little sister ran to get the gift bag and handed it to me with a beaming smile.
The lovely gift bag held a beautiful book that my mother purchased on sale…365 Days to the Perfect Wedding (or something of that nature). It was complete with budgets, bows, envelopes and everything one needs to plan the perfect wedding. One problem. I’m not even dating anyone…and haven’t for several years. My five brothers erupted in laughter. And I, I wanted to crawl under a rock.
Boy, did she get ahead of the game.
Ohhh…how cute! You better still have that book!