A Spontaneous Date in the Middle of the Day

Yesterday was one of those days that make you feel so grateful you live close to your mom.

I have been wanting to go to this consignment clothing store downtown for a few days now ever since I saw this white Polo vest displayed on a mannequin in the shop window. I loved it and it was perfect and it was meant to be mine.

I asked PJ if he wanted to ride with me to get it, but he was feeling sluggish and tired after lunch (to be honest, I was, too, but I knew I only had about an hour before the kids needed to be picked up from school and this was my only chance to get the vest). I totally understood. I guess I was riding solo.

That is, until I decided to call my mom who lives four streets over and see if she was available to come with me for an impromptu mother/son date.

“Are you home?” I asked.

“Yep.”

“Are you sooooo busy?” (Why am I so passive aggressive?)

“No, not really, why, what’s up?”

“Can I come pick you up and we ride to the consignment shop together to look at this white vest I’ve been eyeing all week? PJ is tired and doesn’t want to come with me.”

“Sure!”

And so that’s just what we did. I was at her cottage two minutes later, picked her up, and we drove downtown as I listened to her tell me about her week. I felt a kind of warm feeling inside knowing she is only a phone call away.

When we got there, I found five pieces of clothing (two heavy sweaters, a sweater vest, a button down, and a pair of pants) for under $50. The only sad part was the vest was waaaaaay more than I anticipated it being and I couldn’t justify the cost, so I didn’t get it.

But I had my spontaneity-loving mom by my side, and we helped each other narrow down our selections, giving feedback on what we liked and didn’t like about each of our choices.

When I was younger she would always come to me out of everyone in the house and ask what shade of lipstick she should go with or which heel looked better with her outfit, left or right. Maybe it’s because she knows I am her number one fan forever and always, but will always give her my honest opinion when she asks for it. I owe her that, don’t I?

Bigger cities in other states can be so tempting to want to move to, but those cities don’t have our moms. And I don’t think we could make it without our moms.