My mom has been visiting for the past 2 weeks and it’s been wonderful. Today she leaves and I’m up bright and early so as not to miss a minute of her company. Perhaps it’s been hanging around my friend the Giant Panda, the pregnant woman who can be seen from space, but motherhood is suddenly looking much different to me.
Mom and I have a habit of doing a lot when we get together. It’s one of the reasons we travel so well; neither of us ever gets tired. With my husband on the other hand, I take breaks, stop to eat meals, and get a “Please, no more!” every so often. When mom and I go-go-go we awake with the chickens, snub our noses at any food that can’t be eaten while simultaneously walking, and don’t stop until there’s smoke coming from the bottom of our feet. Plus, she likes to eat chocolate as much as I do.
I’m no angel despite all outward appearances. Amazingly, my mom loves me messy hair and all. In fact, she even loves me when I ask her to make me eggs or to help me do the laundry. Who loves that??? So what is the secret…was it the 9 months of lugging me around without seeing her ankles? Or the 6 months after that of sleepless nights and droopy bosoms? I’m working on solving this riddle, but in the meantime, it seems clear that we’re not the only ones. There’s something special between a mommy and her baby and I’ll miss mine until she visits again.