I’m crazy about my boys. They are smart, funny, tender-hearted boys. I have no complaints about being the mother of boys. There are times, however, when I wonder about a few things (really important things) like: Aren’t daughters the ones who usually run their elderly mothers around to things like hair appointments and discretely pluck unattractive chin-whiskers when the mothers are in the nursing home? Who is going to do that kind of stuff for me?
A few days ago Evan and I stopped at a fast-food restaurant for lunch. He found us a table and proudly sat there while I ordered and made frantic motions at him to sit down when he got too excited and started jumping on the seat. We happily sat together and talked amidst face wiping and standing in line again to get another packet of honey-mustard dressing.
At the same time, a man walked in with what looked like his elderly mother. He sat her down at a table and ordered their food. He got her napkins and comfortably opened her salad dressing for her. They talked companionably and he seemed happy to answer her questions. The man looked like the type who usually wears a suit and tie, but had a day off and was taking his mom to lunch. It looked like they were used to this routine. No hesitation or stiffness on his part. They seemed to be enjoying themselves.
As if the book I Love You Forever was being played out at the Nampa Wendy’s. I found myself looking forward to many more lunches with my sons.
In reflecting on this experience, I have to trust that things like hair appointments and chin-whiskers will be taken care of when the time comes. In the meantime, perhaps I should start investing in Lazar hair removal.
and I’m crying. Your boys are crazy about you, and with just cause
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Ok–if I move to Nampa will you pluck my chin hairs? Actually, I’m doing quite well with that task myself. Only one a month so far.
I love this post.
sweet, Julie