When he was little, he drew pictures of me as he saw me - with a pony tail in sweat clothes - because after work and on weekends, I was taking down wallpaper, painting, cutting the grass, digging the garden, and doing other indoor/outdoor stuff. Now he helps me with all that. He's coming over today to wash the car. Maybe I can persuade him to clean the garage, too?
We had some interesting times during Chris' childhood. Some I'd rather forget, and some make me laugh. Fooling around on the bus after camp, he had the misfortune of throwing someone's bathing trunks out the window. (He was not the only boy who got in trouble that day.) Then there was the wilderness camp a few summers later. He wanted to go, but, riding over, he didn't want me to leave. Yet when he met another Chris while settling into the cabin, he hardly knew I was leaving. Both mothers walked back to the cars, still worried but happy they'd found each other.
And then there was the summer he decided to become a vegetarian. I have some nice ground beef defrosting because, thank goodness, he eventually gave that up. Tofu pups just weren't that good. Here's to mothers everywhere. I'll try to call mine but know she's going to the opera Falstaff today. At age 96, she is active, both mentally and physically, thank goodness!