This week was the anniversary of my mom’s death. I don’t say that to bum you out or earn sympathy from anyone. Just to point out she’s been on my mind a little more than usual the past couple days.
My mom was one of those people who always had 20 things going on at once, and consequently, was a little absent minded from time-to-time. As an example, one day I got home from school and went to the cabinet to get a glass for a drink. In the cabinet, I found a gallon of milk. I opened the refrigerator to get a beverage and found the iron. Apparently while rushing around before work, she was thinking of other stuff while putting them away and got the two items switched in her mind. I always laugh and think of her when I do things like that. Like this morning…
I had already given M. her bottle and came up from the basement to start some coffee. I was thinking of the Kings-76ers trade or something and next thing I know, I’ve got a new bottle in my hand and am headed back downstairs. I caught myself, shook my head, and went back to indeed make the coffee. Thanks, mom, for giving me your distracted nature. I’ll warn M. of what she has to look forward to. Maybe that’s why some days she holds her binky in one hand and shoves the book she has in the other hand into her mouth.