Dandelions and Daydreams

Time travel

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I slipped into my assigned seat and buckled my seat belt. The day was still young and flight 766 out of Spokane would be leaving the ground in the midst of snowflakes and thick fog. I sat back in my seat to catch a nap while waiting for takeoff. When my plane finally landed in Atlanta many hours later, I picked up my baggage and waited for Mom and Dad to pick me up.

The transformation overtook me when Mom got out of the truck and gave me a big “Welcome Home” hug. No matter how old I get, whenever I come home to mom, I’m just her little girl who needs to be taken care of. Likewise, no matter how big her babies are, Mom always switches back into “mom mode” when we are home.

This is probably a universal thing. It’s why whenever grandma came to visit she spent her time washing clothes and mating socks. Mothers are always mothers and children are always children.

I confess that since Brenton is still in Idaho for the week, I am quite content with the idea of being a little kid for the week. I can chase butterflies and hike to all my childhood haunts. The daffodils are blooming here. This has always been my favorite time of year.

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5 Responses to “Time travel”

1. babs (beetle Says:
   March 25th, 2008 at 6:02 pm

   I so agree even though, sadly, my mother passed away when I was only 35. I have missed that mothers love.

2. Cindy Says:
   March 26th, 2008 at 9:42 am

   I know what you mean! No matter how old we women get, there are those times when the feeling is “I want my mother!” I saw it between my Mom and my Grandmother, between my Mom and me and now between me and my own daughters.

3. Sunny Daydreame Says:
   March 27th, 2008 at 7:12 am

   I love having the freedom to still need my mommy. I think Mom likes being needed too.

4. Barb Says:
   April 3rd, 2008 at 8:48 am

   So true! I’m a mother and grandmother. The part about grandmother coming and doing laundry tickled me, considering I’m one of those grandmothers(mothers). I go to my daughter’s, who is a single Mom with four children, and I automatically help her clean, wash, or whatever needs to be done - most of the time! I think she welcomes the help, although she’ll say sometimes, come sit down and let’s talk. Some days I’ve spent most of the time cleaning or helping her work in her flowers and don’t realize how fast the time has gone. I just wish she lived closer.

5. Sunny Daydreame Says:
   April 10th, 2008 at 11:46 am

   Barb, balance is always the key. I’m sure your daughter does really appreciate the help, and also the “talk time.” I miss the talk time with my mom the most. Time always go by fast when we are together.

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