Momma is a foot and a half taller...
I flew in again this morning, landing after not caring too much for yet another flight to Florida. I was immediately cranky getting into my mother's car with my father driving. I felt too closed in- I hadn't slept too well on the plane, and I knew I had been running-running-running since I started working full-time Sunday. I get into the car, my father being somewhat drowsy, telling me of everything going on (not remembering he had texted me before), asking about Fidget, asking about school, if I like my job, etc. I'm overstimulated. I don't want to do errands. I want to get home to see my mother.
I walk into my mother's house with its new straight-back spinny chair and a plethora of cardboard boxes throughout the house. My bed is also covered in boxes. My mother is nowhere to be seen. I find her later in her room as I try to corral my father back upstairs with the haul of iced teas, sodas, and cigarettes that we got from the corner store. He promptly falls asleep, telling me how excited he and my mother had been for me for to come down and how they hadn't gotten much sleep. He's been napping for the past three hours now.
Momma comes out, bright-eyed, excited to see me. She toddles through the boxes and around the spinny chair, excited to see me and wondering what had happened. I divulge that Da-ee rear-ended someone trying to get out of the airport, just a little bump. How he's been gliding instead of stopping in traffic. How Da-ee drives how he does. And she laughs.
Probably the main point of all of this is how tall my mother is now. I walked into the kitchen to rummage for some food, realizing I hadn't eaten at all today. I found some leftover pizza and after popping in the microwave, my mother came around the corner. She's a foot and a half taller now.
She hugged me around my chest and shoulders.
Before, she could only reach my stomach with how bent over she was.
It's amazing to see her upright. Now, I'm looking forward to this week of laughing too much and maybe packing a box or two...
... we'll see if the enthusiasm stays this time.
I walk into my mother's house with its new straight-back spinny chair and a plethora of cardboard boxes throughout the house. My bed is also covered in boxes. My mother is nowhere to be seen. I find her later in her room as I try to corral my father back upstairs with the haul of iced teas, sodas, and cigarettes that we got from the corner store. He promptly falls asleep, telling me how excited he and my mother had been for me for to come down and how they hadn't gotten much sleep. He's been napping for the past three hours now.
Momma comes out, bright-eyed, excited to see me. She toddles through the boxes and around the spinny chair, excited to see me and wondering what had happened. I divulge that Da-ee rear-ended someone trying to get out of the airport, just a little bump. How he's been gliding instead of stopping in traffic. How Da-ee drives how he does. And she laughs.
Probably the main point of all of this is how tall my mother is now. I walked into the kitchen to rummage for some food, realizing I hadn't eaten at all today. I found some leftover pizza and after popping in the microwave, my mother came around the corner. She's a foot and a half taller now.
She hugged me around my chest and shoulders.
Before, she could only reach my stomach with how bent over she was.
It's amazing to see her upright. Now, I'm looking forward to this week of laughing too much and maybe packing a box or two...
... we'll see if the enthusiasm stays this time.