Wednesday, February 25, 2009
conversations with my mother
Three weeks ago at my Mom's house:
Mom: I think I am forgetting to give you something.
Me: I dunno.
thinking: My birthday present?
Mom: I think Steve has some trout for you.
Me: Okay, I'll check...no, I think you and Jim gave us the trout last week. Don't worry, Mom. You'll remember half an hour after we leave. That's what happens to me.
Me: Hey, I like your new silver thingy.
Mom: Do you? Good! You can have it.
Me: Won't Jim get mad if you give it to me?
Mom: I think I bought it for your birthday and forgot to give it to you.
Me: Oh! Well, thank you very much. It'll go with my microwave.
I know she's eighty, but initially I was kind of sad that she'd forgotten my birthday. Turns out she was just a little behind, but still incredibly thoughtful.