I am the semi-neurotic mother of three kids, ages 18, 8 and 5. My oldest is off to college and my youngest just started school. I’ve been the single mom, divorced mom, married mom, young mom, old mom, career mom, and attends school-at-night mom. I’ve worked in the IT world for almost two decades, but still shy from programming cell phones. I have no free time, but when I do…I write or read or plan our next vacation or holler at whomever to give me some PEACE AND QUIET.
We Miss You, Momma!
Recently I was lucky enough to have a girls’ week in New Orleans. Last time we had a girls-only get-together was about five children ago. We were extremely overdue for an escape.
However, when we girls get away from the kids, we just end up gabbing about or gabbing to our kids.
Figures.
I wasn’t even in the Crescent City thirty minutes and I was already perusing the Farmers Market to buy souvenirs for my children. Perhaps it was guilt that I left them with their very-capable (no sarcasm, honest!) father for four long days, or the fact that I missed them, but I went a bit crazy in the gift department: Beads, masks, postcards, feather boas, pencils with ‘gator shaped erasers, post cards, and so forth. You name it, I bought it.
When I returned home the girls dug into their box of goodies and had feathers in every crevice of our home within five minutes.
The following week I had to work late. I called home to tuck them in and my youngest, Eva, gets on the phone:
Eva: “Momma, are you still in New Orleans?”
Me: “No, honey, I’m at work.”
(At least 30 seconds of silence)
Me: “Are you there?”
Eva: “Momma, what are you gonna bring home for me?”
