Friday, May 13, 2016
My mother expects me to call her twice a week, which I've done reasonably consistently for the last umpteen years. During the second half of April, she instructed me several times not to send her flowers for Mother's Day, and to send her a card. This is because I usually forget to buy a card in time for international post to take its 1.5 weeks for delivery, and order her flowers at the last minute.
But this year I found her a card - oh boy did I. The soccer kid and I found her a bright colorful noisy card - it was oversized, and when opened a big folded butterfly rose, and a cheerful song chimed loudly. It's a bit startling, having so much happen upon opening the card. And because I didn't know if the postal service would mangle an envelope so large, I also bought a smaller, more sedate and classy card, with glitter and flowers to please my Mom's girlish heart.
And of course neither card got to my mother in time. She received the small card on Monday, and called me up excitedly. She read the words aloud in her halting English, so pleased with herself. She giggled over the glitter. And then another day later, the large card showed up. And another phone call, and this time my Mom could not help laughing aloud. "I was so scared when I opened it up," she marveled, "it was so loud and still so beautiful! I'm going to show all my friends!" And then she spent the next hour telling me old stories about her and her friends, and made me laugh. My Mom is almost 80, but sometimes I think her heart is younger and more carefree than mine.