Call Me Momomo

Envelope from Mother's Day Card

I'd like to think it’s pronounced with the accent on the first syllable, sort of like Kokomo. Needless to say, I will be saving this card and envelope (AKA “embelope”) for the rest of my days. When she’s 13 and has started calling me a whole new set of names, I’ll pull out this pink envelope and clutch it to my chest, remembering those all-too-brief days when a little girl called me Mama and watched Blue’s Clues in my bed.

On Mother’s Day, I think not just of my mom and my own role as a mother, but also of the person whose unfathomable sacrifice gave me that title in the first place. I think of A’s birthmom every single day. After my daughter was born, I struggled to find the words to say ‘thank you’ to her. And I did my best, in spoken word and in written letters. Eventually I concluded that the language, despite its power and beauty, does not provide words adequate for this lofty purpose. You cannot simply thank someone for a life. Instead, I try to live each day with a grateful heart and never to forget. It seems like the very least I could do.

Mother’s Day was fairly quiet. I received a balloon, an iTunes gift card, some dark chocolate, and a bouquet of flowers. The main gift I asked for was: an uninterrupted meal. I wanted to complete one meal without having to pick up anyone’s fork off the floor, refill cups of juice, or bellow, “Stop throwing food to the dogs!” After church, we went to a Mexican restaurant. The kid ordered macaroni and cheese, which was served with a breadstick. She slathered the breadstick with butter and proceeded to suck the butter off the breadstick. Then she asked me if she could open the other pat of butter that was sitting on her plate. I began to argue with her about it, but then started chanting “uninterrupted meal, uninterrupted meal” and rocking in my chair so that her dad could handle it.

“Father, can I open the other butter?” she asked.
“Sure!” He smiled and nodded at me, watching to see if I was twitching from the wrongness of his response. I looked down and ate my 800th tortilla chip instead (do those things multiply after they set the basket on your table? sure seems like it).

A few seconds later, I looked over to see my sweet little cherub sticking her tongue directly into the small plastic butter container. She cut out the middleman (the breadstick) and went straight for the cholesterol prize. By the time we headed out, she had eaten two pats of butter, five mostaccioli noodles, and the whipped cream off the complimentary sopapilla dessert. And we wonder why her height is in the tenth percentile.

We stayed home the rest of the day. I did some shopping on iTunes and then steam cleaned the carpets. Every so often A would ask, "Is it STILL Mother's day?" Apparently this "being nice to your primary caregiver" thing was stressing her out, because she landed in time-out twice before bedtime. She actually seemed surprised to learn that throwing dirt at the dog's head is a time-outable offense. There I go again with my unreasonable expectations.

Momomo out.


Audreee said…
Hey Momomo!
Happy belated Mother's Day.
Butter does have calcium, and iron (maybe). So the kid probably got 1.2% of her daily nutrition that meal.
Your brother in law decided to feed your six month old nephew pancakes while I was away from the table once. Nevermind the five possible allergens in it.Boys!
Steph K said…
LOL! I'm glad you had a nice Mother's Day.

The few times we go out, I just tell myself, "Once in a blue moon won't kill them." Although, if left up the kids, they would survive on noodles and butter alone.
Sam said…
My mom saved all the notes I wrote to her as a kid and they are so fun to look at now. My favorite says:

U sud b a litl bit nisr.

This translates to: You should be a little bit nicer.

I don't remember the incident, but I feel confident she really should have been nicer.
Mandy said…
So precious! I know I am late here, but glad you had a good Mother's Day! I also save all of the little cards and pictures my girls draw/write for me! They are SOOOO much fun to look back on!

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