Why I Love Mom
Mom and Dad were watching TV when Mom said, "I’m tired, and it’s getting late.. I think I’ll go to bed"
She went to the kitchen to make sandwiches for the next day’s lunches.
Rinsed out the popcorn bowls, took meat out of the freezer for supper the following evening, checked the cereal box levels, filled the sugar container, put spoons and bowls on the table and started the coffee pot for brewing the next morning.
She then put some wet clothes in the dryer, put a load of clothes into the washer, ironed a shirt and secured a loose button
She picked up the game pieces left on the table, put the phone back on the charger and put the telephone book into the drawer.
She watered the plants, emptied a wastebasket and hung up a towel to dry.
She yawned and stretched and headed for the bedroom. She stopped by the desk and wrote a note to the teacher, counted out some cash for the field trip, and pulled a text book out from hiding under the chair.
She signed a birthday card for a friend, addressed and stamped the envelope and wrote a quick note for the grocery store. She put both near her purse.
Mom then washed her face with 3 in 1 cleanser, put on her Night solution & age fighting moisturizer, brushed and flossed her teeth and filed her nails.
Dad called out, "I thought you were going to bed."
"I’m on my way," she said.
She put some water into the dog’s dish and put the cat outside, then made sure the doors were locked and the patio light was on.
She looked in on each of the kids and turned out their bedside lamps and TVs, hung up a shirt, threw some dirty socks into the hamper, and had a brief conversation with the one up still doing homework.
In her own room, she set the alarm; laid out clothing for the next day, straightened up the shoe rack. She added three things to her 6 most important things to do list.
About that time, Dad turned off the TV and announced to no one in particular. "I’m going to bed."
And he did…without another thought.
Ovenstående fik jeg for nogle år siden tilsendt af en veninde.
Jeg indrømmer blankt, at det er meget amerikansk – og muligvis derfor en anelse overdrevet og ditto sentimentalt.
Nu har jeg kun haft ét barn, så alene derfor holder det ikke helt Hund har jeg aldrig haft, katten havde egen ind- og udgang og min mand stryger selv sine skjorter.
Men…… vi kender det jo alligevel godt, ikke? Lidt? Ja, vi gør da.
Nu vi er i gang med overdrivelserne, så er jeg færdig med regnbuetæppet/sjalet. Det er Ruths Blomstereng, som hun til min forundring stadig ikke har fået på sin hjemmeside, men hvor kanten til forveksling ligner blomsterne i hendes Tusindfryd. Det er ikke blokket – det må vente til Sverige, hvor der er en ekstra dobbeltseng at spænde det ud på. Jeg tror nemlig ikke, at det kan tørre helt på et døgn, og John og jeg gider ikke stå op og sove…
Det er faktisk temmelig overdrevet. Mildt sagt. Men jeg kan nu godt lide det alligevel – det lyser i hvert fald op på en mørk vinterdag – så meget kan I sikkert give mig ret i.