Admittedly I’ve had a difficult time coping with Mothers Day since my Mom died 4 years ago. There are other reasons I feel a deep ache on Mother’s Day but I don’t feel like delving into that again. I’ve covered much of my angst in past posts.
The best place to be! Cozied up with Mamma and a good book. Circa 1981💟
This year I want to laugh. I want to recall a couple of Mother’s Day memories that never fail to make me smile. I hope these two slices of life on the day of The Mom bring on a snort of laughter and a happy crinkle about the eyes for you😁
Bridget Jones’ Diary Debacle
Back in the early 2000’s I bought my Mom a paper-back copy of the super-popular book, Brigette Jones’ Diary. She was intrigued as the movie was soon to come out and it’s always nice to read the book first.
A few weeks later when I was visiting I noticed the book was looking buckled and bent and rather well loved. I smiled at my Mom and asked if she was enjoying it.
She rolled her eyes over a glass of white wine.
“I’m waiting for it to finish drying.”
I raised an eyebrow.
“Your father was desperate for a book one night and grabbed it before heading into the tub with a beer.”
“Uh huh,” I said, brow now furrowed.
“Eventually I decided to see what he was up to as I’d heard the tub drain a while back and he was being very, very quiet.
I walked into the bedroom and there he was, huddled by the lamp, carefully placing sheets of toilet paper in between the sopping wet pages, maybe hoping I wouldn’t notice.
Would you believe he feel asleep in the tub and dropped the book in?”
“And you hadn’t had a chance to read it? What the hell Dad?!”
My father shrugged, puppy dogging his eyes, “it was an accident. I’m sorry.”
“Well I hope you enjoyed it Dad. What did you think?”
“Meh. Not really my cup of tea.”
“I know. That’s why I bought it for Mom!”
I should have bought my Mom a replacement copy to give her on Father’s Day as my Dad’s gift. Lol!
One Last Gift
It amuses me to no end to know the last Mother’s Day gift to my Mom was a copy of the hottest dirty book on the market at the time, 50 Shades of Grey.
I’m not sure what possessed me to buy it for her. We’d never been in the habit of exchanging smutty books. I just saw the stacks of it and decided she needed to know what the buzz and hullabaloo was all about.
I recall asking if she’d enjoyed it and telling her I was reading the 2nd in the trilogy – It shouldn’t have been a trilogy btw. Ug, the next two books read like they’d been edited by a drunk monkey! But I digress.
She said she’d liked it. Then, in a low, almost nervous voice breathed, “is the 2nd one as, as erotic as the first?”
It was an odd conversation to have with my Mom but also highly amusing. I didn’t have the heart to tell her the 2nd book blew goats… and not in a remotely erotic way.
Like a good daughter I let her buy the next book so I’d have someone to bitch with about the dreadful prose and the plot with holes big enough to drive a Mac Truck through😂
Happy Mother’s day to all my pseudo moms and all my friends and relatives who are moms. You’re all incredible women, phenomenal women and I admire each and every one of you for so many wonderful reasons. Much love💟
What’s the best or most amusing gift you ever gave your Mom? I’d love to hear about it in the comments.