14 March, 2011

writing it down


growing up, my mom worked at a doctor's office downstairs from our apartment. i remember going in to say hello after getting dropped off after school. i remember sitting in the chair next to her desk, watching her answer the phone and filling in the lines of the doctor's appointment book. i remember looking at the newest pens from pharmaceutical reps. i remember listening to the clackity-clack clamor of the typewriter as my mom swiftly moved her fingers across the keys. i remember the hum of the copy machine and the warmth of the sheets of paper it ejected. i remember hiding underneath her desk in the winter time right in front of the electric heater in the wall with its red-hot coils exuding warmth. sometimes she would let me stay there, hiding, while she sat down with a patient at her desk.

i hated when my mom told me to get up because a patient needed to sit in the chair i occupied. i would stand in the back hallway, hidden from view, peeking, listening, waiting for my chance to return.

i loved when my mom had to get up to escort a patient to a room. while she weighed them and made notes in their chart, i spun myself in circles in her office chair and rooted through her drawers for Tic Tacs, Coffee Nips, and the odd Werther's hard candy.

i never left voluntarily. my mom had to tell me to go upstairs to have a snack and do my homework. most days, i found reasons to call her at the office. sometimes she stopped picking up because she knew i was only calling to ask if i could have a cookie or get the Lite Brite down from the top of a closet. there was a simple solution for this. i would walk into the hallway right in front of my bedroom and stomp on the hardwood floors directly above her desk. after a few stomps, she would call the house phone and tell me to stop. she sounded irritated and told me to stop bothering her at work, but, looking back, i think she knew that i just wanted to hear her voice. i think she knew that i wished i could stay down there in the office with her all day, watching her work, listening to her talk, feeling her near. i think she knew that i liked her best out of everyone in the whole wide world.

16 comments:

  1. Aw, such a sweet story. I love posts like this. Keep writing!

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  2. great memory, lady.

    i love trying to capture bits of our lives through writing.

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  3. Awe... this was absolutely adorable. and beautifully written.

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  4. this is so beautiful.

    i totally admire your relationship with your mom (and your sister)

    and i feel lucky that we're friends :)

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  5. Sweetest thing I have read in a long time. Some people are just lucky to have great mama's.

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  6. This is so wonderful. You should keep writing them. It would be something wonderful to have in the future. I wish I had done something like this.

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  7. Loved this! So great to write this down and remember it! You rock at writting.

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  8. and I rock at spelling (writing)

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  9. This is so sweet! Your Mom is GORGEOUS btw!

    Oh & you are rad b/c you referenced Lite Bright! Best.toy.ever.

    Had soooo much fun this wknd with you!!!!!

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  10. great post, so beautifully written. this one brings back memories actually...i used to call my parents at work too.

    my dad had this great desk with a secret pull out surface for extra writing room, and i was obsessed. and don't even get me started on the copy machine!

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  11. This kind of made tear up. I miss my mom so much. She died about seven months ago from cancer. I love hearing stories from people who love their mommas and really cherish the love they have. Thank you for this.

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  12. That was really sweet :-)

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