Nights like these are not for going to sleep early. Whether it’s the rain or the fact that it was a shower and fresh clothes day, or some other inexplicable tilting of the universe, Mom and I find ourselves hanging out in the kitchen cracking jokes tonight, so very late. My plans to get some rest after a long day that began at 5am are set aside with only the mildest hesitation.
I have pulled out the ice cream, the good stuff that I keep hidden in the back corner of the freezer for just this kind of evening. Mom’s delight is worth it. Her ability to find humor in these moments amazes me. She tells me she is cold, and I ask whether she is too cold for her ice cream. The reaction is priceless. She makes faces at me between mouthfuls. She is cheerier than I have seen for weeks now.
Mom tells me my cat, also in the kitchen with us, wants dark chocolate and I pull out a bag of what is left of of the birthday chocolates Mom’s sister sent her. We do not share any of them of course with the cat.
Suddenly, we are sitting in every kitchen as mother and daughter late at night, laughing. Nothing feels that serious. There is a camaraderie in the simplest of pleasures, sitting up together too late at night with treats. This moment could be when I was a little girl eating goldfish crackers, delighted that I don’t have to go to bed yet. Or letting Mom distract me from worries over what I should do with my life over my preferred late night meal of stacked up cheese sandwiches as a hungry teenager. Or a night as an adult visiting home and spending that last night hanging out with Mom before heading back across the country to my busy life and months before I would see her again. Or now where I am the one stashing the ice cream for Mom and doing the dishes as she enjoys her treat.
It is any of these times and all of them. In the end, this is why I keep Mom at home, postponing again the inevitable. These times are where wee find family, in kitchens over food, laughter and the ordinariness of the day. Or the ordinariness of a night when we delightfully stay up too late, indulging ourselves as we can, lingering here for a little bit longer. Always, hoping for just a little bit longer– before bed, before separation, before yet another change, another goodbye.
June 3, 2015 at 7:10 am
What a lovely moment. Thanks for sharing
June 3, 2015 at 7:37 am
Thank you for sharing this special time with your mum. Reading this brought a lump to my throat. These memories are treasures to keep, to bring out from time to time and relive.
June 3, 2015 at 10:36 am
You painted that snapshot in time very well.
June 3, 2015 at 4:34 pm
This is one of the most beautiful things I have ever read.
June 3, 2015 at 8:08 pm
Thank you. That is incredibly kind of you to say!
June 3, 2015 at 11:19 pm
It reminds me so much of my mom just a few years ago. Lovely.
July 2, 2015 at 6:17 am
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Thank you foe sharing these precious moments in caregiving.
July 2, 2015 at 8:48 am
This is so sweet and you are wise beyond your years to understand how special these moments are.