Monday, May 09, 2005

On Mother's Day

Mom never really got into Mother's Day, she felt it was just another manufactured holiday with very little meaning. She always said you should try to make everyone's life a little special every day, and I think we did a pretty good job of that. Every day at ten AM, I called her on the phone and chatted with her briefly. Sometimes, I'd tell her a stupid joke and hang up, whereupon she'd call me right back with an even worse joke and hang up on me. (This might go on for as long as ten minutes until one of us pointed out that this behavior was a gratuitous waste of company time. And then we kept talking.) I lived for those chats, especially after I moved in with Sweetie and was out of the house.

I still called her even when the chemo got really bad. Those were great chats, despite the fact that they were short. I still remember one of our last conversations:

Mom: Knock knock, Tommy.

Me: Who's there, Mom?

Mom: Orange.

Me: Orange who, Mom?

Mom: Orange ya glad I called you today?

Happy (belated) Mother's Day Mom. It's now ten AM, and I still miss our phone calls.


Alison said...

I get the same way on Father's Day, for much the same reason. My dad once sent me a note that ended with

PS - I was going to send some money with this, but I didn't think of it until I had sealed the envelope.

I still have that letter.

BTW, and for whatever this is worth, Mother's Day was originally founded by Julia Ward Howe in 1870 as an anti-war holiday.


lemming said...

(hugs) Mother's Day makes me most grateful for chemo and modern meds - can't imagine not having mine.

oddangel said...

That's really sweet. I'm glad you have those memories. While I love my mom dearly, she's not nearly as much fun.