Writer's Block: Remembering Mom
Sitting at the kitchen table, she's in the kitchen. The Price is Right is on the tv. (Does anybody still have a tv on a wheeled cart so they can move it from the family room to the dining room anymore?) I'm eating lunch. Probably getting ready for kindergarten, but I don't remember that part. Sometimes the tv is off and the radio is playing "Afternoon Delight" which is a song I completely didn't understand at the time and now I associate with orange slices. But it's sunny, and I'm happy. I like to play a game with Mom to see if she can guess whether or not I really took a drink of my milk. I like to get my little brother all wound up by singing "Yummy in my tummy" a million times. Not a special event, just a special feeling of security.