Mom . . . can someone die of boredom?

Mom . . . can someone die of boredom?

I’m fortunate enough to have friends with good relationships to their children.  Today’s shared exchange:

Daughter: (via text message to mom during school hours)  Mom, is it possible to die of boredom?

Mom:   (via text message)  I’ll let you know in an hour when I get out of this meeting.

Daughter:  Ha, ha, mom.  Real funny.

© Laura Genao 2007

Entregando Los Tenis

Entregando Los Tenis

A few years ago, my mother had a heart attack.  The event scared her because she thought she was “entregando los tenis.”  Basically, my very active mother thought her number was up, and her phrase for that wasn’t something as irrelevant to us as “kicking the bucket,” but something more practical and to the point, like “the time has come to turn in my tennis shoes.”  Every now and then (mostly when she wants to make the point that I’ve disappointed her) she reminds me that she’s ready to “entregar los tenis.”  I’ve finally learned to respond that that I’m going to buy her a bunch of pairs of Keds so that she doesn’t ever have to give them back or hand them in.

 © Laura Genao 2006

The Things Moms Say

The Things Moms Say

My mom and I were sitting at the dining room table arguing about when it is appropriate to take out the trash (a worthwhile mother-daughter topic) when she got up and ended the argument by stating, “tu te crees mucho porque estas flaquita.”  Her attempt to end the debate by telling me I was full of myself because I am thin sent me into hysterics. 

I am neither thin, nor particularly arrogant.  And, if I am arrogant it isn’t because I’m now a size 12 and not the high end of 14 (as I was for the past few years).   My mom’s remark was a funny reminder of the things parents think about their offspring (ok, or maybe it’s just my mom and what she thinks of me).

© Laura Genao 2006