Hot Wheelz is coming to visit.
I awoke before the crack of dawn yesterday morning. The early bird was still putting on her makeup. I jumped out of bed all bright and bushy-tailed. Okay, bright and jumped might not be the appropriate words, but with the size of my derriere I’m always bushy-tailed. I still wasn’t ready to talk, but I thought about it.
I mentally prepared a menu to surpass the finest cruise line buffets with all his favorite dishes. I filled a pot of water and placed it on to boil for the lasagna noodles while preparing the sauce. I sent Couponman to the store before the sun met the morning. The only store open was the Gotcha 24-hour mini-market. He came home with a small lump of meat, costing three times what Costco would have charged for the whole cow, and a chocolate candy from the bargain bin. He tried to hide it from me, but I saw the sparkly Easter wrap.
I cut up some eggplant from the garden and sneaked it in the sauce (‘cuz that’s how we mothers are). I don’t know what the heck eggplant is good for, but it must be something really spectacular. Anything looking as bad as it does cooked has to be healthy.
I changed the linens on the spare bed, left fluffy towels on the bathroom vanity, and put a mint on the pillow. Okay, so it was a half-used roll of Lifesavers® from the collection in my glove box. But still, the thought was there.
I pulled out the now vintage turquoise blouse he had given me years ago for a birthday present and gave it a good pressing. I wondered if he’d remember the gift when he saw me.
By the time I left for work, the spread filled the table and the refrigerator. Two casserole dishes of lasagna ready for the oven, fixings for French toast with bacon, and ribs marinating for the barbecue. The desserts would come later.
“What’d ya think this is Princess line cruises?” my husband asked.
“As a matter of fact, it is,” I thought. “Any time, any day.”
Just like a friend said, we’ve opened our hearts, our homes, and our refrigerators (except for that last piece of cheesecake) to them since the day they were born. I saw “the my-mom’s-a-pushover smile“ — the one my mom claimed would be impossible to say no to — as my son emerged from the airport and it was pretty much over for me. Actually (as my little granddaughter says when she wants to point something out), I’ve got a Silly Putty® heart for all my kids no matter how old they grow to be, to be molded even a little broken at times. But always loving just like the first day I laid eyes upon them — even on days when their choices aren’t what I would have them choose.
Today my son chose to visit me. That’s a darn good choice, I’d say.
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it is an unwritten law that we must feed. it’s just what we do. thanks for the link love and the beautiful moment.
I wonder if I’ll be as cute As you when my kids are grown up.