One Saturday there was going to be a guided program about vernal pools at the Long Pasture Wildlife Sanctuary. A few days before the program, I asked my father if he would take me. Apparently there was something he had to do (probably watch sports on TV), so he told me to ask my mother. My mom told me to ask my dad and when I told her I'd asked him first, she kind of rolled her eyes and nodded.
That Saturday I went off down a trail with a bunch of other nerds of all ages as we followed a naturalist to a vernal pool where we spent a couple of hours examining and analyzing that tiny, unique environment. I'm not sure what my mother did for those two hours but when I returned from the little expedition, she was there waiting. Sometimes I forget what my parents went through to raise a goofy girl.
Yesterday I talked to my mom and I was informed that today my father was to go to a medical clinic for a colonoscopy. He was going to be anesthetized and perhaps too groggy to speak with the doctor afterwards concerning the results, and he would definitely be unable to drive home. The post-procedure conference with the doctor, and the chauffeuring, would be a chore that would logically fall on my mom, but though my mother did not say anything, I know only too well that she is a little squeamish around such things. Anyway, that trip to Long Pasture came to mind. I told Mom that I'd take a day off work and drive Dad. She gave me a bit of an argument but I could tell by the tone of her voice that it was an argument that she wanted to lose. I proclaimed that I would not take no for an answer, much to my mother's relief, and at about 7:30 this morning I stopped by my parents' house to pick up my dad.
My mother met me at the door and she could not thank me enough. All I could think of was that this one good deed was not near enough to make up for everything she has done for me, her goofy little girl.
That Saturday I went off down a trail with a bunch of other nerds of all ages as we followed a naturalist to a vernal pool where we spent a couple of hours examining and analyzing that tiny, unique environment. I'm not sure what my mother did for those two hours but when I returned from the little expedition, she was there waiting. Sometimes I forget what my parents went through to raise a goofy girl.
Yesterday I talked to my mom and I was informed that today my father was to go to a medical clinic for a colonoscopy. He was going to be anesthetized and perhaps too groggy to speak with the doctor afterwards concerning the results, and he would definitely be unable to drive home. The post-procedure conference with the doctor, and the chauffeuring, would be a chore that would logically fall on my mom, but though my mother did not say anything, I know only too well that she is a little squeamish around such things. Anyway, that trip to Long Pasture came to mind. I told Mom that I'd take a day off work and drive Dad. She gave me a bit of an argument but I could tell by the tone of her voice that it was an argument that she wanted to lose. I proclaimed that I would not take no for an answer, much to my mother's relief, and at about 7:30 this morning I stopped by my parents' house to pick up my dad.
My mother met me at the door and she could not thank me enough. All I could think of was that this one good deed was not near enough to make up for everything she has done for me, her goofy little girl.
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