I looked forward to picking my Mother up for lunch & fun, today. I took her, about 10 days ago, to my Grandmother's house, dropped her off for a "mini-vacation" with her own mother and sister.
Apparently it was 10 days of Gramma-partying! 10 days of playing Crazy 8s, and staying up til midnight. And in the interim getting a perm, a manicure, a new coat, new sweaters, new jeans, and new tennis shoes. Those Girlz went Crazy! I joined Mom today to find her relaxed and giggly and gorgeous.
I wondered, today, if in our taking care of our Mother, my sister and I may sometimes overlook pampering her.
It was Bite-Your-Face-Off cold today. I dropped Mom at every door, then ran for it after finding parking spaces. Screaming as you run helps get your mind off of the temperature. It also clears potential door-blocking pedestrians.
We stopped into Macy's; I wanted to check the price of a pressure cooker. I dropped Mom, found my space, scream-ran on the way in, and met her in the foyer. We walked through the store, rode up the elevator, and meandered about the pots and pans a few minutes while I yammered aloud about a particular pressure cooker I'd seen online. While I was yammering, it occurred to me that Mom was also yammering, caught up in her own little world, and finally telling me "this just doesn't seem right."
I turned to find her twisting and struggling with her new gloves. She'd been wearing her right one like this since I dropped her off at the door:
No matter how much tugging she did on the fingers of her glove, she could not get them into proper alignment with the fingers on her hand.
We both got into a giggling fit right there in the kitchen department. By the time I put my camera away to help straighten her out, I'd rinsed most of my eye makeup down my cheeks.
This photo still sets me into hysterics.
I know, I know, it was one of those "you had to be there" situations. And really, it was just one more Sunday moment with my mother, that would have passed if I hadn't noted it here.
I love these moments with my Mom; a brief, belly-aching laugh before we go on with our day, finishing our errands and getting affairs for the next week in order.
And it comes to me, as I look at these and a few other pictures I took this afternoon:
This is as good as a manicure.