At about the same time every night my phone will ring, and as always I am at dance practice. After practice I go to check my phone and what do I get... a voice mail with a message from my mom singing "Call your momma momma Mia 361-2201, MOMMA MIA". Yes I get messages like this every night. You would think after being on the dance team for almost two years and having practice at the same time every night that she would know that I am busy at that time and call me before or after practice.
I have a friend that is going to stop over, or my boyfriend comes over and my mom doesn't know he is coming. When the doorbell rings she panics... "the house is a mess, I don't have any food, should I run to the store?" she says. To me she is crazy! To my friends the love her, they think she is hilarious.
As a fundraiser for our dance team, we put on a competition for surrounding high school dance teams. My mom walks through the door with my dad trailing behind with a tupperware full of decorations, markers, poster boards, a cash register, a balloon arch and other various things to help make the competition successful. She would say things like, "Why don't you hang a sign here or put this there... or whatever you think, I don't want to be Hitler or anything" followed by a big jolly laugh. Those who know my mom would agree that she has a laugh that you can't miss! She just wants to make sure that if anyone needs help she is ready and willing to give whatever anyone needs if she can.
Around our house if better be life or death before we call the doctor. When I was in high school I was dancing at musical practice, I was switching to a different formation and in the process I stepped on my foot wrong, and down I went. It was two weeks before the show was to go on. My mom just happened to be at the school when it happened and helped me get home. When we got in the car she started digging through her purse and pulled out a bottle with various types of pills inside it. After minutes of scavenging through them she handed over two little brown pills and said, "Here take some advil you'll be fine". This is a classic saying from my mom. Not only did I attempt to walk on my foot but I was taking advil every three hours because it hurt so bad. When the pain was still there two days later my mom finally gave in and had me go into the doctor. Oh wait I forgot, this is after my mom told me to stick my foot in a bucket of ice just so that I could try out for cheerleading! When the doctor came back in from looking at the x-ray he gave me the bad news. My foot was broken in TWO places! So much for that advil. However, this time when I broke my ankle she gave in right away and took me to the emergency room.
Even though I knew my ankle broke when I fell, I felt bad for my mom since she had been holding off herself on going to the doctor for because she had done something to her knee and could barely walk. Now with all the bills coming in from my ankle surgery she feels like she doesnt need to go to the doctor just to tell her to ice her knee and take some advil. Even though it is probably a little worse than that!
She can be stubborn sometimes... but thats why I love her.