Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Hi Mom

It's hard to fathom that 5 years ago, I had one of the worst years of my life. In fact, the Wifey and I can agree without a doubt that 2005 was the worst year ever for the both of us. Every time I make the drive down I45 I get reminded the weekly roadtrips back home, shuttling back from A&M to Dallas. We would gather up Shrek (who was a just as crazy), a change of clothes, the laptop, and the book of the week. And from then it was just waiting and hoping. I guess the term waiting room suits itself well. You either wait for good news or bad news. No news isn't necessarily good news. And that's what we did for three months. We waited. And waited. We saw families come and go. We made friends with a lot of them. And if we didn't see them the next day, then we could assume one of two things.

I never asked the Wifey to come with me and keep me company at the hospital. She had family here. She had friends here. She could've taken a day off from the Waiting Room and had a nice pedicure and manicure. She could've stayed back at A&M and finally cleaned the apartment. Instead she waited with me. And waited.

Usually every year when this day rolls around I battle with my ten minutes of sadness and then begin my day. Today is just different. I guess it's the fact that my mom's grandchild is waiting now too. I know the baby will miss out on a loud, obnoxious, incredibly kind woman. I know my mom would've quit her job just to watch our kid and teach the baby everything she knows. And then yell at me because the baby has some bad habits. I hope the baby has the innate ability to sew like my mom did (how stereotypical) so I can finally get my buttons fixed.

I've never grown up with grandparents, so I don't know the feeling of early bird dinners and $14.38 birthday checks. Or get paid in a handful of cookies to do something cute. I am glad the baby will have that luxury.

But at the end of the day, its always the same feeling: I just miss my mom.

1 comment:

  1. :(

    You really have a gift for writing, Jackson. I always enjoy reading the blog, but your past two posts have been spot-on. I hope your career lets you cultivate this talent.