Monday, May 14, 2012

happy mother's day

I worked Mother's Day. Sons and their girlfriends had dinner with me and boyfriend on Friday. It was nice.
Daughter couldn't be there because she had to work.
WHen I got up for work on Mother's Day I found flowers and a card from her waiting for me on the kitchen counter. They're pretty.
I left flowers and a card on moms kitchen counter Friday because I knew I'd be working double shifts this past Saturday and Sunday. Mom and dad weren't home .......so I left the flowers for her to find when she arrived home.
Then I saw all the patients at my work who did not get visits from family on Mother's Day. I didn't want to be one of those people who don't take the time to see their mom. So on my way home from work I stopped in to see her. She was in bed watching Survivor. I laid next to her and we chit chatted for a bit.....I tired talking her in to allowing me to do something with some of the beautiful poetry she wrote ........whenever I bring it up though she gets nervous. So I pushed a little harder last night. She said to me that most of the work is hers but some of her work is borrowed.......lol.............. I read the cards she received from sisters, and checked out all her pretty flowers............gave her a big hug and kisses.......told her i love her..............................................................and i sat in the family room with dad and talked with him for awhile. He always has lots to say.......opinions on everything...... It's fun talking to him.

When I got home daughter and I hung out on the living room couch.........after she went to bed, Mr. Bojangles laid on me while I rested. I pet his head, cheeks, chin, and back............and i rubbed the tip of his tail between by index finger and thumb. His purr relaxed me. It's a pretty good drug.

3 comments:

BBC said...

I think I'd enjoy talking to your dad. Didn't do mothers day with my mother, all she wanted to do was get drunk.

I wanted to treat Helen to a meal, all she ordered was a egg salad sandwich.

I took note of the fact that a fair share of mothers were being visited, at their graves.

BBC said...

To be clear about something I said above, my mother died a few years back, but for years before that I had little to do with her, she was a pain in the ass.

No, I did not go visit her grave, and likely never will, some waters are just better left running under the bridge.

Jane said...

I figured as much, Billy.......and I'm sorry.