Smile!
Maybe I'm just a big old softie.
My mom does something very special for me. She makes me smile.. ear to ear.
I don't really laugh that easily. In fact, on more than one occasion, I have been accused by my girlfriend of not having enough sense of humour, or the courtesy to just laugh along. Well, I'm sorry if I can't fake laughter very well, especially with silly slapstick jokes.
But the thought came to me today, as I was arriving home from work today. I'm not sure why, but my mother seems to enjoy waiting for me to come home. She would hang around downstairs, walking around, and when I finally come back,she would have a big smile, and wave enthusiastically at me. The people around her would often look around to see what the excitement was about, and their eyes would meet an embarrassed me giving a weak reply with one hand while still on my bike. I'm not sure why she gets so excited at seeing me come home; i was away only 10 hours, but in a way it makes me feel like a little boy being greeted by his mommy. Its both embarrassing and heart warming at the same time. I would shake my head side to side, and smile to myself thinking 'so this is what I missed when growing up; a mother waiting for you at the end of your day.' Its a special feeling. A feeling I never had growing up, but I do now.
Its probably sweeter to me than it is to other people, because I never thought I would ever experience such a feeling. Though in a way we are the ones taking care of her, she too does her part in being a mom. She takes my coat when I get home. She prepares dinner, warms the soup for me, and even waits for me before having dinner. She irons my shirt for me, and mends my torn shirts. She has this in-born maternal instinct to give up her share of food etc to us, asking us to take her share. When she is stable, such as now, she is such a great person to have around.
These are things she does for the both of us brothers. But she waits downstairs specifically for me to come home. I guess being the little boy at heart, I like it, and it makes me feel special and loved. It makes me want to go home earlier, because I know she would be waiting. It warms my heart, and as hard as I suppress it, a smile escapes, and like a dam burst open, it turns into a wide grin, ear to ear.
My mom does something very special for me. She makes me smile.. ear to ear.
I don't really laugh that easily. In fact, on more than one occasion, I have been accused by my girlfriend of not having enough sense of humour, or the courtesy to just laugh along. Well, I'm sorry if I can't fake laughter very well, especially with silly slapstick jokes.
But the thought came to me today, as I was arriving home from work today. I'm not sure why, but my mother seems to enjoy waiting for me to come home. She would hang around downstairs, walking around, and when I finally come back,she would have a big smile, and wave enthusiastically at me. The people around her would often look around to see what the excitement was about, and their eyes would meet an embarrassed me giving a weak reply with one hand while still on my bike. I'm not sure why she gets so excited at seeing me come home; i was away only 10 hours, but in a way it makes me feel like a little boy being greeted by his mommy. Its both embarrassing and heart warming at the same time. I would shake my head side to side, and smile to myself thinking 'so this is what I missed when growing up; a mother waiting for you at the end of your day.' Its a special feeling. A feeling I never had growing up, but I do now.
Its probably sweeter to me than it is to other people, because I never thought I would ever experience such a feeling. Though in a way we are the ones taking care of her, she too does her part in being a mom. She takes my coat when I get home. She prepares dinner, warms the soup for me, and even waits for me before having dinner. She irons my shirt for me, and mends my torn shirts. She has this in-born maternal instinct to give up her share of food etc to us, asking us to take her share. When she is stable, such as now, she is such a great person to have around.
These are things she does for the both of us brothers. But she waits downstairs specifically for me to come home. I guess being the little boy at heart, I like it, and it makes me feel special and loved. It makes me want to go home earlier, because I know she would be waiting. It warms my heart, and as hard as I suppress it, a smile escapes, and like a dam burst open, it turns into a wide grin, ear to ear.
posted by Compulsive Blogger @ 11:42 am
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