Sunday, April 30th 2006
A Mother’s Love

My mom came to visit recently. This is a treat that occurs only once or twice a year, since she lives in Australia and I’m in Texas. Her stays are usually 4-6 weeks, and believe me when i tell you that’s never long enough. A few days after she left here, she was visiting my sister.

I told her over the phone that since she’d left, one of the kids had a bad virus and was throwing up and having diarrhea. Amazingly, she offered to come back. Yes, she’d been here for weeks, and was probably eager to return to her own life and home and NOT to my kid’s virus, but she sincerely offered anyway. Now that, y’all, is a mother’s love.

I declined her offer, though, and she’s been back to her home for a few days. Tonight I called her and when she answered, I said, "Hi. Have you seen my shoes? The gray and yellow New Balance ones?"

I love what she said next.

"Um. Are.. are… you talking.. to me?"

"Yes!"

Then we started lapsing into Robert De Niro impersonations "Are YOU.. talkin’ … TO ME?"

Mom said, "Kelsey, I’m in another hemisphere, you know."

"Oh I know, but I haven’t seen my shoes since you were here, and I thought maybe…"

Really, I thought she’d tell me ‘yes, they’re (fill in the blank)’ or ‘no, haven’t seen ‘em.’ And then we’d move onto discussing the Australian version of The Biggest Loser or something else.

But.

No.

We went back in time, to where I’m nine, and she’s patiently doing the "when was the last time you saw them?" routine. A routine, I might add, I go through with my own kids ALL THE TIME. And yet? I didn’t see the twists and turns of that old familiar conversation coming. I have no idea why.

Mom first asked me if they were on the shelves in the closet.

I stopped feeding the baby his cereal and ran and checked.

Then she asked if they were under my bed.

I ran and checked.

Then she asked if they were in a different place in my closet.

I gave the baby another bite, then ran and checked.

Then she asked "Are they under the couch?"

I fed the baby a spoonful of cereal, and said, "Of course not." All indignant and stuff, because that’s what you do when you’re the obnoxious shoe-loser in this conversation. "WHY would they be there?" Pfft.

"Don’t get all philosophical on me, this is about thinking of places and then checking them." She used her ‘don’t mess with me, I’m-the-Mom-Tone-of-Voice.’

So I bowed to that supreme authority and  ran and checked.

She suggested I look between my nightstand and the changing table.

"Ooh, yeah. That’s a good one." I start to run and check when the I’m-the-Mom-Tone-of-Voice returns and  says, "Maybe you should start by telling me where you HAVE looked."

Oh, that one floored me. I got the giggles, because how many times have I had this same conversation with my kids? Countless times, and yet I somehow hadn’t seen that one coming.

I also hadn’t seen it coming that I would get back to the bedroom, flip on the light again, and Ethan would sit straight up in bed and blink at me. I screamed. "WHAT are you DOING there?"

He laid back down and went to sleep. I hadn’t noticed him when I’d been in there a minute before, looking under the bed. I left him there, and reported to Mom that my shoes were not between the nightstand and the changing table after all.

I got a workout, the baby eventually got dinner, and Mom patiently told me that they were probably in my closet, and that she had a call on the other line. It was her sister, so I told her to say hi for me. (And that I was busy regressing into a nine yr old, looking for my tennis shoes.) No doubt, she did.

Sometime over the last years, my mother turned into one of my dearest friends. But tonight, it was all about the shoes, the mom, and accidentally re-discovering that we can lapse into an age old mother-daughter conversation without skipping a beat. I loved it all. Thanks, Mom.

Updated: They were in the closet. You were so, so right, Mom.

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30 Comments on “A Mother’s Love”

1
Owlhaven
April 30th, 2006
11:33 pm

Very fun!! And I’m glad you found your shoes too. For a minute I wondered if you were going to ask your mom to come back and help you look!

Mary

2
Heather
May 1st, 2006
6:02 am

Thanks for writing this, Kelsey! You have an inspiring Mom.

This sentence gives me hope for my strong-willed daughter:
“Sometime over the last years, my mother turned into one of my dearest friends.”

YEA for the passage of time!!

3
Shannon (Sentimental)
May 1st, 2006
7:50 am

That was a cute reminder of how easily the mom and daughter relationship can change and be fun! Beautiful story!

4
Randi
May 1st, 2006
8:04 am

I guess we will always be mommies at heart, right? Very nice post!

5
STacey
May 1st, 2006
9:36 am

This story reminded me of a few months ago when I called my Mom after getting out of the shower. I had gotten soap in my eyes and it really hurt!! Isn’t it funny how we can become mother and daughter all over again??

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Cheeriobutt
May 1st, 2006
11:14 am

That’s cute! I love it when I get to feel like a kid again (not the scolding part…the demanding part) just for fun. Feels all warm and happy! So, I want to do this and I hope that I get time. I’ll let you know if I do! Cool idea, thanks!

7
emily
May 1st, 2006
11:57 am

what a great post; reminded me of how my mom and i are now friends, but also always mother and daughter. we fall into those roles in different ways.

8
Joy
May 1st, 2006
12:24 pm

it’s always awesome to hear about wonderful mother-daughter relationships.

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julie carobini
May 1st, 2006
12:28 pm

It’s always about the shoes, isn’t it. I predict you’ll be a very successful Chick-Lit author, Kelsey!

10
Shalee
May 1st, 2006
12:30 pm

Fun post! See now I would be asking my mom because she has this habit of putting things “away” in the oddest places when she comes for a visit. And since she is a mom, she automatically is assumed to know everything.

Kelsey, I am so happy for you that you have this wonderful relationship with your mom. It is a blessing beyond comprehension for some of us!

11
oshee
May 1st, 2006
1:34 pm

This is such a beautiful story. I have a very sweet friendship with my mother. I relish it. But, she is and always will be my mom first. I think that I can trust her as my mom, helps me trust her as my friend too.

12
Kate
May 1st, 2006
1:51 pm

First of all, glad you found the shoes. But most importantly and secondly, you are SO so very blessed to have the bond with your Mom the way you do. That is so beautiful to hear!

13
Rachelle
May 1st, 2006
2:18 pm

You have a great mom! What a fun post. I love the idea of calling her across the world to ask where your shoes are.

14
Heather
May 1st, 2006
2:21 pm

Great post. It’s amazing how easy it is to transition from good friends to mother/daughter. Happy Monday!

15
Heather
May 1st, 2006
2:23 pm

Great post. It’s amazing how easy it is to transition from good friends to mother/daughter. Happy Monday!

16
moe
May 1st, 2006
2:29 pm

Yeah, whether we like it or not we can always be mom’s little kid.

17
kris
May 1st, 2006
4:13 pm

you are making me miss my mom. and she is only 2 hours away (only…)
i am new to being in a different town than my family, but i have noticed how much easier it is to be friends with my mom now when she comes to visit me…without all her housework, and without my dad and brother, and we can just hang out and do fun things. and be friends!
(even though about every time she has visited she has helped me with *my* housework… :)
oh, and glad you found your shoes (love new balance). moms are so smart.

18
Leilani
May 1st, 2006
4:36 pm

How cute is that story? Thanks for sharing. :)

19
Cheryl
May 1st, 2006
7:40 pm

My Mom’s been gone now for about 10 years, but I still hear her when one of her phrases comes out of my mouth. Now, my children are using my phrases…It never ends

20
H.A. Page
May 1st, 2006
7:46 pm

Sweet story… doesn’t matter where your mother is or how far away, when she isn’t close by, regardless, she isn’t NEAR. Well I miss Texas and I miss my Mom. In no certain order. My mom made my room “sparkle” and I still can’t get things to sparkle like she could.

I see bits of my mother in my children. When this happens, mostly I smile.

Flashing with Fingertips..Cheers!

21
Renee
May 1st, 2006
8:22 pm

I have throughly enjoyed reading your mom story!Its so neat to know that even when were grown up and have our own kids that our moms can take us back to being a kid again!! I stummbled onto your blog from someone elses blog I dont even remember who now!lol :)
Renee

22
Brenda
May 1st, 2006
8:48 pm

My mom still makes me feel like a kid most of the time, but there’s a whole lot more approval going on now. It’s like she mellowed out when I started acting right! LOL

Loved your story!

23
Heth
May 1st, 2006
9:25 pm

That was great Kelsey.

24
chelle
May 1st, 2006
10:23 pm

I think it is so amazing to become best friends with a parent. For me it is my Dad. Your mom sounds so cool!

25
Janice
May 2nd, 2006
2:12 am

Moms rock! It stills seems weird to me that I am someone’s mom.

I would miss my mom so much if she lived so far away! But at least you have the phone and the computer!!

26
Traci
May 2nd, 2006
9:51 am

Even though we are best friends, my mom still reminds me on occasion that I am still the child when it comes to the 2 of us!

27
Pink Chihuahua Princess
May 2nd, 2006
11:01 pm

What a funny story. Isn’t it weird how we can regress when dealing with our own parents?!

28
BayouMaMa2
May 3rd, 2006
6:24 am

Love this story! It was like a mystery…I couldn’t wait to find out where your shoes actually were. LOL! Sounds like you and your mom have a great relationship. I’d hate to be so far away from my mom…but it sounds like the two of you are closer than some moms and daughters who live next door to one another. That’s something special. :-)

29
Heather
May 3rd, 2006
8:23 am

Nice post! I have to admit, I’m a little jealous. My mom just got re-married last year (my dad died the year before that) and it’s changed our relationship – and not for the better.

Thanks for visiting my blog!

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momrn2
May 3rd, 2006
9:12 am

Too funny. Aren’t mom’s just the greatest! My son is almost as tall as me and so I have started telling him, “I will always be the mom”. I guess in a sense… I always will, huh?

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