Forget Not My Mother
It is unlike me, or not me to forget my mother at church! It was Good Friday mass, and I dropped her off at St. Anthony's. I remembered that it was one of those long masses, the receptionist even told me it's 1 1/2 to 2 hours.
I went home, sat down at my computer and glanced at the clock. I told myself I have one hour. Even if she gets out early, I rather be the one waiting for her, and not her waiting for me. She does not like to be waiting!!!
I became engrossed in what I was doing, naturally some blogging, some surfing, reading...etc. Time to myself is so hard to get! Even as a WAHM now, I don't know where my time go? Running errands, pick-ups and drop offs, doctor appts, and just keeping up with meals and dishes. I crave for peaceful time to MYSELF.
All of a sudden, I heard: "you're dead!" from my significant other, standing at the door to my little office. I, of course was still in a trance and couldn't make out if what I heard was right! Again he said: "you're really dead!" what was he referring to? Usually on Friday nights besides our little princess, and me catching up on bills and paperwork, there isn't...oh...no! "...your mom at church!" he added. I immediately jumped from my seat! Holy ---! I looked at the clock on my computer, it was 2 1/2 hours after, meaning, I was already 1 1/2 hour later than the time I planned to pick her up!
I quickly grabbed my bag, ran to my car with fear, fear about facing her and fear about what could have happened to her all this time. Then I had a terrible thought - "what if I just not go, I don't want to have to face the music from my mother when I know she will be extremely mad!"
I could go into all the details of what went through my head at that moment, but, it's getting long, and I want to get to the punch line!
After circling the church parking lot several times, I was really in panic now not to see a soul around, it was dark and cold.
When I was about to give up, I said - one more time, let's drive around one more time. I was ecstatic to see people from afar. Thankful to have found my frail mother. All my worries, and fears vanished, because at that moment, I realized locating her and knowing she is safe was so much more important to me than I even realized. And the fear of being yelled at was so minute compared to the joy of having found her.
The woman that stood with her in the cold, dark night - had a heart of gold! I hugged her and thank her, I could have kissed her for being there with my mom.
No - it's not me to have forgotten my dear mother.
Thanks for your visit, I am glad you've found your way here. Please leave me a comment so that I can find my way to you.