She won every time. I was always the impatient one. I'd complain as I did it: "Why do I always have to?" It wasn't until years later that I realised I should have just dished up my own dinner rather than everyone's, but at the time it didn't even occur to me.
I can smell those meals, the ones carefully thought out - something we'd all enjoy, a dinner that could be cooked ahead of time as Mum rushed around getting ready for work. Hot and hearty, but quick. I still love that combination in a meal; it comforts me.
I can see it, too. The dash from the bedroom to the kitchen to quickly stir it in between doing her makeup, then rushing back again sighing as she glanced at the clock on the way. I'd watch as she transformed from Mum and Housewife to Professional. I was in awe of that.
Then she was gone and the waiting game began. I was always the impatient one, always ready to eat as soon as the meal was ready. I could smell it and I just couldn't wait any longer. Always in a rush - let's get this done and move onto the next thing.
Always in a rush to get off that nothingness couch.
This is a writing exercise for InkPaperPen's Write On Wednesdays - click the button below to read the other participants' pieces.
14 comments:
It is amazing what sticks in our minds, things we rarely think of day to day but are the first to surface in an excersize like this. Well done :$
Lovely - what a cool writing exercise x
I love this. What beautiful writing Megan. x
Gorgeous Megan. Your writing is beautiful.
Well writen Megan. I'm not sure whether I feel happy or sad when I read it. I guess I always had Mum home when I was growing up and have never known any different.
Nice to have memories though, isn't it?
Anne @ Domesblissity
This is a great little writing piece. I'm with Anne, my mum was always home and I always took it for granted. This is a wonderful insight for me into what it was like to have a mum who juggled work and home.
PS I think we may have had the same couch :\
I'm finding it fascinating to read what details are surfacing with this 'remembering' exercise.
I'm also finding it interesting how many of us are mentioning food in our writing. :-)
I enjoyed reading your post today. xx
Beautiful writing. I love how you remember in clear detail the couch...the nothingness of it, great description
Lovely piece. I too took my stay at home mother for granted, hats off to all those professionals before me that managed it (I've tried it... it's bloody hard work!)
Love the description of the couch, any chance it was in the 70's??? sounds awfully similar to ours!
Beautiful post, Megan! xo
I loved reading that, Megan. So different from my childhood and so nice to hear how others felt.
Great post Megan,I can relate to your rushing Mum.
And the coach but ours was orange, brought up in the 70's.
Our lounge was brown but we had stripy multicoloured carpet.
My mum worked and we often had meals cooked in the crockpot (now we call thme slow cookers) I loved coming home from shcool to that yummy dinner smells.
Your memories truggered my memories. Great work.
i like this! such wonderful description!
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