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MY MOM IS da BOMB!

May 8, 2011

It is Mother’s Day, 2011.

I am happy to say that I have a Mom. Yes I do!

Elaine is my Mom and I am just as proud of HER as she is of ME—a nice combination.

Somebody once said to her, teasingly—with a roll of the eyes, “Oh what trials you must GO THROUGH! What a chore, being Deb’s Mom…”

My Mom’s reply was precious.  What she said–

                                                    “I’m Just Lucky, I guess!”

My Mom is so funny!

I wrote a few days ago about her practical joke with a friend regarding the Most Recent Round of Royal Nuptials, The Kate-and-Will Wedding.

My Mom made a phony invitation for a friend. She spent a lot of time and effort on her silly joke, which is the thing that separates the Average Fool (like me) from a Master (like her) Fool!

My Mom is very kind.

One of my earliest remembered moments are of seeing birds flying around our living room—my Mom would save the birds that my cat had caught. The birds would be stunned and motionless, but then she placed the bird victim in a soft laundry basket.

They would soon regain consciousness and take off—

flapping and hopping around the front room.  She would have to catch them so that she could toss them back outside.

My Mom    was      IS!       (always will be…)    Tall and pretty.

When my brother and I were kids in elementary school, our lunches would at times be left behind at home (sort of on purpose), triggering a visit from Mom to the classroom. She would drop off the missing lunch and—it NEVER FAILED to elicit the wowed surprise from our fellow classmates who would stare at her for a long moment and then hiss,

“Is THAT your MOM??”

(amused chuckle and knowing nod)

I would answer, “YES! That is MY MOM!”

They were always impressed by my impeccably dressed Mom. I would get to hop up a few more points on the Estimation Meter, the one that some kids have

(for all the other kids).

My Mom doesn’t have a great singing voice.

She may even be a bit tone-challenged but

THAT HAS NEVER STOPPED HER FROM EMBARRASSING ME IN PUBLIC!!

There….I said it (RELIEVED SIGH)   ~GRIN~

I recall a day long ago, in 1969 or ’70…thereabouts.

My Mom and I went to the girl’s softball league sign-ups, which were held at

a local elementary school.  We were sitting in the multi-purpose room waiting for the meeting to start. I was a softball beginner—seeking to join one of the teams that were being formed for the coming season.

As we sat waiting, my Mom noticed that someone (probably the Music Teacher) had written something on the chalkboard:

Do     Re     Mi     Fa     So     La     Ti    Do

My Mom was staring at that for a bit and then she turned to me and said, (rather enthusiastically was my thought) —

“I Think I’ll SING!”

With that, she took a BIG BREATH—

I CLAPPED MY HANDS IMMEDIATELY over her mouth.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

My horror was so obvious. She had a mischievous grin.  She pulled away from my hands.

She insisted that she was (in a moment)

Going      To     Sing…..

I was MORE than just horrified. I was MORTIFIED!

I was a sort of shy child (if you can believe THAT NOW!)

The mere thought of my MOM, belting out the ‘Do Re Mi’ song

in front of a room full of strangers—horrible, horrible and more horrible. It was probably the WORST THING that could ever happen in my life up until that point.  She managed or I managed (grin) to keep that tune hermetically sealed inside my Mother…for the moment.

For the remainder of my child years, she would offer (threaten!) to sing…at many of my MOST awkward childhood moments!  It was ALWAYS THE SAME SONG (do re mi) She never got very far into the song—

At least, not with ME, clapping my hand over her mouth as I always managed to do JUST IN TIME!

Really, she is quite cruel when it comes to the Happiness and Well-Being of her Children!  If you think I’m insane….consider the SOURCE!  😉

Tell me….

Do they ENCOURAGE this sort of Child Torture at the MOM SCHOOLS?

You know….that secret place where they go to learn things like—

DID YOU HEAR ME???

I AM SPEAKING TO YOU!!

LOOK AT ME WHEN I AM TALKING TO YOU!!

DON’T MAKE ME GET OUT OF THIS CHAIR!!

Do…..       Re…..      Mi…..

A few days ago I found myself thinking about Charlie Brown.

(No, not Charles Brown the local REALTOR….)

CHARLIE BROWN…

The character that was created by Charles Schultz.  You know…Snoopy’s Boy.

On the TV specials (It’s The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown) it was the kids that took the center stage; The parents were never shown.

Whenever an adult “spoke”    on that show, it was with a BWAH BWAH sound, like you get from  (I think) a trombone, trumpet or some other horn.

It is interesting that I can still hear that sound in my head. The sound of Charlie Brown’s Mom has now blended with the sound of my own Mom.

BWAH BWAH BWAH!*

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY TO ALL OF THE MOMS OUT THERE!!!!!!!

Especially my own precious lovely beautiful adored and adoring (really very silly)

                                                              MOM

!  >  !  < ~ >  !  <  !

*When I had this thought a few days ago…I was repeating, “BWAH BWAH BWAH…”

I remarked to a friend…

“Hey! Listen to this:      I’M DOING CHARLIE BROWN’S MOM….”

She laughed an evil chuckle!

I said     “No, THAT is so NOT what I MEANT!”

That    is      just      so

Wrong…..

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One Comment leave one →
  1. Sam Reece permalink
    May 8, 2011 7:06 pm

    Hilariously heartwarming!! Thanks for sharing Deb!

    dEb Says: Thanks for reading, Sam!

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