I called my mom on my break at work
today. I felt we really needed to discuss the royal baby happenings.
Luckily she was awake and 'with it' enough to know what was going on.
It was a short conversation, but it was good. I made plans to go see
her on Thursday and I'm crossing my fingers that it's a good visit.
My mom was always a great story teller.
She has been telling the same stories to me for forever and I really
never get sick of hearing them. I always used to be amazed by how
much she could remember, how many details she put into her stories,
and a lot of times her own brothers and sister would call her if they
couldn't remember a certain time or event exactly how it had
happened. Her stories are always true, about people we know, but she
has such an authentic way of telling them and keeping you interested.
Her top favorites to tell me are about
the day I was born and where I was conceived (note to anyone reading,
there is absolutely no reason why any child should know this) about
this second story, when I protest to the telling of it I usually give
a “Ew, mom, I don't want to know,” and she calls me a prude-
anyone else find that funny?
I would say her third favorite is
telling me about how she hoped I would marry Prince William one day.
You see my mom was pregnant with me when Princess Diana was pregnant
with her first child. My mom usually says she was in the living room
folding laundry, eight months pregnant, when the news broke that the
Heir to the Throne was born.
Then she'll say “And I thought, how
wonderful would it be if my baby girl could marry a prince one day?”
Then I have to burst her bubble.
Me: “But you didn't know I was a
girl.”
Mom: “I KNEW it, I could just FEEL
it.”
Me: “Lies. You had a boy's name
picked out too. You had no idea I was a girl.”
Mom: “You had to be a girl, God's not
that mean.” (She had my two brothers by then who were 3 and 6 and
were apparently driving her nuts).
I was thinking about this story that
she has told me so many times. And really is it any wonder that I
turned out the hopeless romantic I am? My mom stayed up all night to
watch Prince Charles and Princess Diana's wedding, she again says she
was folding laundry- I'm calling bullshit on the laundry part, the
woman never folded laundry. Then when William married Kate we both
recorded it and watched parts of it on the phone together. So when I
heard about the royal birth getting underway, I needed to call my
mom.
Here's the thing. I have always been
very close to my mom. She used to brag to her friends that I never
went through a rebellious phase, we barely fought (believe me, when
there were fights they were EPIC, but they were seldom), and I talked
to her about everything. This was all true. Especially when I was
away at college, I used to talk to her over instant messenger, we
talked every single day.
Lately, our relationship has been
strained. She's had a lot of different health problems over recent
years and I don't feel like she is the same person anymore. I used to
want to call her and I always had things to talk to her about. Now I
make myself call her and we are lucky if we are on the phone for five
minutes. Most of the time I will hang up and cry. I cry if I call and
she's having a bad day, because this is not my mother, who is this
woman? I cry if I call and she seems normal because it makes me sad
that she is rarely herself anymore.
Sometimes she will still tell stories.
If we are on the phone and she jumps into one- even if I have heard
it a billion times, even if I need to get off the phone, even if it
is that wretched Conception Story- I listen. Because this is my mom,
the mom that I miss, and the mom I will always remember.
