Before I knew it the big day finally arrived — my first day of college! Beanie had no idea how incredibly grateful I was that she slept through the night. I tried to elaborate but I think it was lost on her.
We were up early and after getting Violet fed, bathed, and dressed, I plunked her on the couch and went to finish a painting I’d been working on for the past two weeks. I wanted to hang it in Vi’s room but ultimately I think it will be too scary for the poor child.
Mom came over before I had to leave. She’s big into grandma time with Bean.
“Careful, Mom! You’re going to make her sick again and I don’t have time to change today!”
“She’ll be fine, dear! Trust me.” Of course, that’s what she always says and then I grab the kid just in time for a vomit volcano. Oh, how quickly I’ve adapted to being covered in all sorts of strange fluids.
I finished the painting just in time to head off to class.
“Oh, my baby’s first day at big girl school. Wait! I need a picture!”
“Nope. Nope. Nope. Violet smells. She needs you more than I need a picture.” I dashed out the door before she had a chance to protest. The sad part was, I knew that I’d be just as bad when Vi goes off to college. I should have let her take a picture.
I hopped in my beat up VW Bug. This would be my last summer with Buggy. Soon she was going to be traded in for…a mom car. Ugh.
I had little time to worry about Vi or think about my trusty Bug. I was at the university before I knew it and students were running here and there. It wasn’t a huge school but I still had to work to find my first class. It was a business class, required for those of us who wanted to make livings as starving artists.
In between my business and painting class I had just enough time to wolf down a brownie. I may have forgotten to make a lunch and my mom sure didn’t have one ready for me today. I’d have to keep that in mind.
I mused over the fact that my mom got to have all the fun with Beanie while I had to slave over classes all day and take care of my kid all night. I’m sure she did other things here and there but let’s face it, I want to be hanging out at home playing with my kid all day.
Finally, classes ended. It was nearly dark by the time I got to head home. I was glad to be back and eager to see my baby.
Mom had dinner waiting for me. Little did she know that it would also be my lunch tomorrow. I couldn’t find Mom when I got home but I was ravenous so after verifying that Violet was alive and well, I sat down and started eating.
Halfway through my dinner, Mom ran downstairs and out the door while shouting back at me, “Nice to see you, dear! Busy day here! Vi is well. Ate according to schedule! See you tomorrow!”
Later that night I found that all my toilets, sinks, bathtubs, the stove, the microwave, and the TV had been cleaned and completely upgraded. Violet’s room had been straightened and Vi was clean, happy, and well fed.
It’s possible that I’ve taken my mom for granted all these years.