Me: Mom, look! Starting my job hunt now.
Mom: Anything that starts on Monday?
Me: I don’t think that makes sense.
Mom: Nothing makes sense when it comes to you.
Me: Why don’t you go look for a job?
Mom: I’ve worked my whole life with you around.
Mom: What did you have for breakfast?
Me: Ice Cream.
Mom: I think it’s time for you to go find a job.
Me: Eh, why?
Mom: You’ve just reached a new level of crazy.
Mom: You give your friends’ kids presents every year.
Me: Yes, and?
Mom: How many?
Me: 12, I think?
Mom: More this year?
Mom: What about me?
Me: You’ve got me.
Mom: You’re not a gift. I would have gifted you away when you were a child.
…and she walked away and then turned back.
Mom: Wait. You’re still a child.
Today (well yesterday now), I’m thankful for having an intuitive mom. After the long few weeks at work, tonight, I came home to her serving me my favorite dish for dinner (or supper). The “aawwwww” moment was just priceless.
Happy Birthday, mom.
This year’s a bit more special since you’re celebrating it with your favorite child (me) and Hans who flew in just for this.
We love you to the moon and back.
Mom: Why are you home early?
Me: I came home past midnight this morning so boss said to go home.
Mom: Oh. I thought you don’t have a home. A hotel room, yes you have.
According to mom, I need to regain my energy so that I can rise above it all. So, this is dinner, prepared with so much