WHY I LOVE MOM

 Mom and Dad were watching TV when Mom said, ‘I’m tired, and it’s getting late. I think I’ll go to bed’.
 
She went to the kitchen to make sandwiches for the next day’s lunches. Rinsed out the popcorn bowls, took meat out of the freezer for supper the following evening, checked the cereal box levels, filled the sugar container, put spoons and bowls on the table and started the coffee pot for brewing the next morning. She then put some wet clothes in the dryer, put a load of clothes into the washer, ironed a shirt and secured a loose button. She picked up the game pieces left on the table, put the phone back on the charger and put the telephone book into the drawer. She watered the plants, emptied a wastebasket and hung up a towel to dry.
 
She yawned and stretched and headed for the bedroom. She stopped by the desk, wrote a note to the teacher, counted out some cash for the field trip, and pulled a textbook out from hiding under the chair. She signed a birthday card for a friend, addressed and stamped the envelope and wrote a quick note for the grocery store. She put both near her purse.
 
Mom then washed her face with 3 in 1 cleansers, put on her Night solution & age fighting moisturizer, brushed and flossed her teeth and filed her nails.
 
Dad called out, “I thought you were going to bed.” “I’m on my way,” she said.
 
She put some water into the dog’s dish then made sure the doors were locked and the patio light was on.
 
She looked in on each of the kids and turned out their bedside lamps and TV’s, hung up a shirt, threw some dirty socks into the hamper, and had a brief conversation with the one up still doing homework. In her own room, she set the alarm; laid out clothing for the next day, straightened up the shoe rack. She added three things to her 6 most important things to do list. She said her prayers, and visualized the accomplishment of her goals.
 
About that time, Dad turned off the TV and announced to no one in particular. “I’m going to bed”
 
And he did…without another thought.
 
 

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7 thoughts on “WHY I LOVE MOM

  1. I love you for loving your mom so much! It’s so cool that you actually made the effort to observe the many, many things she did for her family (including the dog). It’s also interesting that your dad turned off the t.v. and went to bed without having to take care of anything. Ages ago, I read a pretty famous reading in a literature book entitled “I Want a Wife.” I was a young wife then with a couple of small children, and I’ll never forget how “piercing” (that’s the only word that seems right for this) made me feel.

    P.S. You’ve told her how much you appreciate her, right?

    I tell her every chance I get. We are like BFF. We walk every morning with her sister (my aunt) and work together as well.

  2. If you added a part at the end where the man gets mad because the woman is so tired she isn’t “in the mood” I would swear you’ve been looking in my windows every night. This is my life.

    Oh heck yea! I forgot that part…

  3. Brilliant. Even if we go to bed at the same time, I end up washing my face, brushing my hair etc. Mister just cleans his teeth (sometimes not even that… ack!) and rolls into bed. He is often fast asleep by the time I get in.

    Cheers

    BC

    I hate that!

  4. This is a cool post. It reminds me of my mom and how much she does, and even though my dad is great, he doesn’t have any idea how much my mom seems to have going on in her head – she’s taking care of all her kids even when she’s sleeping, always worried about us, and thinking ten steps ahead. I wonder if I’ll be even a quarter as good a mother if I have kids one day.

    Oh heck ya you will…you will have the best bedtime stories.

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