One of the perks of living alone, my mom says, is finding things where you left them.
Now, after decades, I can understand why this meant so much to her. Nothing is more frustrating than reaching into a drawer when you are all set to cut something and find the scissors missing 🤬
She does things her way and very few things get broken by her hands.
I don’t have ‘Butter fingers’, she says, unlike me, she means 😔.
I check out my hands, they seem pretty capable to me, but my eyes also don’t miss the ‘feviqik’ marks on many of her old curios, because of me.
She discards very little, especially if these are gifts from her children or grandchildren.
Then, there’s the question of questioning everything.
The ‘whys’ are unending, especially when related to technology. Earlier, she could not keep up with the string of ‘whys’ her children subjected her to, now I feel inadequate. She cannot understand this fast-changing world and she couldn’t care less.
Getting her on the ‘WhatsApp’ was a victory. Deciphering her, ‘nopunctuationnofullstopnocapitalletter’ message is a major defeat on some days 😊
I received a Friend request from mom on Facebook. I was shocked. But I also knew that one of her grandkids was visiting, fuelling her on to take the FB plunge! I sent her a gushing welcome note full of enthusiasm… I still haven’t heard from her. It’s been two years.😔
“How do you find so much time? “
“Don’t you have anything to do?”
Are some of her FAQ’s when we meet.
The final one is,
“Do you have nothing else to write about?” after reading yet another article in which she is the protagonist 😁!
#mom #memories #maza #💕UMOM