Blue Butter

Why is it, no matter how old we are, always want our moms when we’re under the weather?  We all know the phenomenon of how the same recipe tastes better when Mom makes it, but how is it something like a cold wash cloth has curative properties when it’s our mom delivering it to our sickbed?  I’ll never understand it and that’s OK - I’ll take it. 

My mom has always had a way of fixing whatever was wrong in our world.  Whether it was a guy breaking our hearts in high school or knocking us out of our own pity parties, Mom just fixes it.  With it being the time of year where numerous “bugs” are making the rounds, she’s in pretty high demand between my sister and me.  Luckily, I didn’t have to share her the past few days.  As sick as I felt, knowing she was on her way with popsickles or 7-Up had its own healing powers.  I become a big cry baby anyway and hearing her come through my front door was enough to bring me to tears.  I can’t explain it and lucky girl that I am, I never have to with Mom.  She’s just the cure-all. 

I can remember her coming to the school, unannounced, and checking my sister and me out from time to time.  “Just to spend the afternoon with my girls” is what she always told us and it wasn’t until we were adults she revealed the real reason.  She would hear a story on the news about a missing child or an accident on the highway and she said it was the only way she could know we were OK.  We loved those days of being checked out early.  It never amounted to much more than hanging out at home and listening to that 8 track tape that had the pink label and the song “My Boyfriend’s Back” - the point is, she didn’t forget us when we weren’t around and actually looked forward to us being back home after school.  I’m sure we drove her crazy pretty much on a daily basis, but we never felt like a burden.  There was never a time we didn’t know where we belonged.  And even now, as we’re both staring 40 in the face (OK…that’s an age I’ve already met), we still know we’re our mother’s girls. And the crazy thing?  We don’t call her when we’re sick - that maternal instinct tells her all she needs to know and usually, she knows before the first sniffle ever even hits us.  If you’re ever under the weather, call my mom.  She sings the chicken soup song like nobody’s business and trust me - it’s the only tried and true cure for all that ails you.

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