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15 May 2002 (Wednesday): meet the cleavers

Our Mother's Day present last weekend was to let Mom hop on a plane to New Mexico, where she met up with Dad and their crew of good friends (they toured New Zealand together a few summers back). Meanwhile, back at the ranch, I shuttled Liz around to her Girl Scout troop meetings and piano lessons and dance classes; Emmett came home from school for the weekend, and covered for me when I had to go to work. Late Friday night we made hot cocoa and climbed giggling into the sumptuous king-size bed in the master bedroom, like a band of orphans who'd stumbled upon an abandoned mansion. On Sunday Liz treated Emmett and me to homemade strawberry-pineapple-and-mango sorbet, and the three of us swept through the house with rags and mops to complete Part 2 of our gift to Mom.

We picked her up at the airport Sunday night. After we dropped her off at her car in long-term parking, she pulled up next to us at an intersection, and -- get this -- drag-raced us down the expressway back home. My mother. Revving her engine at a red light. Jesus.

My family is not without its issues and struggles and personality mismatches (my dad and me being a case in point), but for most part it boggles my mind how close we are, how good a time we have together, and how effortless it all is. It's not a normal situation, from what I gather. I suspect the majority of my blessings in life stem from this one source.

posted by enjelani @ 03:14 PM PST

Replies: 2 comments

We asked mom where she wanted to go for her Mother's Day lunch, and she said "Roberto's"... We'd have gone anywhere, but she was adamant.

Gotta love moms.

posted by Moonpuddle @ 16 05 2002 01:06 PM PST

Haha, glad to see my Mom isn't the only crazy one ;)

She doesn't race down expressways or anything, but she's got an incredibly witty sense of humor. Before I could drive in highschool, she was carting around a friend and me, when I let one rip. OMG this thang STUNK! So there I was, so proud of my accomplishment, when my Mom has to out-do me (no, she didn't rip one... THAT TIME anyways haha) by making some comment about her nose hairs being "singed off from the stench", proceeding to roll down the window as fast as she could, throwing her head out the window and gasping for air, all the while continuing to drive at a fast rate of speed on the road, albeit in a swerving manner. Haha, oi... That's my Mom ;) My friend just about pissed his pants he was laughing so hard ;)

Anyway, thx for making me remember that ;)

posted by syndromes @ 22 05 2002 12:06 AM PST