A Much Needed Respite
Monday, March 10th, 2008At the last moment, I flew off to South Carolina over the weekend for some good old-fashioned “mom time.”
Mom and I used to have so much fun when I’d come home during college for the weekend. We’d hit up Taco Bell and wolf down cheap double-decker supreme tacos with nacho cheese and Mexican pizzas. We’d go grocery shopping and race our carts through the store (a likely reason I can’t stomach grocery shopping for more than 30 minutes). And we’d sneak away from my dad and brothers to have coffee or tea and gossip about everyone we know for hours on end.
My mom has been a friend and a confidante over the years, but never more so, I think, than now.
Last week was a rough one for me. So rough that I couldn’t even bring myself to write of the short-lived joy I felt when Christian won Project Runway (I knew he would and yes, I did get a little choked up). I could have written a lot about what was going on instead at the time, what is going on still, but I’d rather keep that where it belongs.
But, as I refused to blog about it, it became ever more intolerable. And I knew there was only one place for me to go. I knew where I’d feel loved and supported and cared for. I knew where I could waste an afternoon in bed watching Lifetime TV movies and sit side-by-side in a diner flipping through US Weekly over shared iced tea and peach cobbler. I knew it because she’s been there no matter what and always when I’ve needed her.
And although her laughter and homemade tuna casserole and pancakes didn’t make everything all better, it certainly was a comfort to be with someone who loves me so unconditionally. And somehow, that makes it feel just a little bit better after all.
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