Errand running was a treat for my mom. She delighted in the fun the day would hold for her. She wanted to be on the go when she could. It was an adventure for her otherwise homebound life. She would try with all her might to stretch out time after doctor’s appointments. My work schedule didn’t always accommodate those plans. There was one thing we did without fail if we were in Terre Haute and that was going to Steak N Shake for some fries and a chocolate milkshake. If she got that milkshake, all was right with the world.
She would often want to discuss, in detail, her doctor’s appointments. We would have to go over everything we talked about in the doctor’s office at least three times. It was like a dog turning in circles to make his bedding comfortable before he lay down. Even when she was told everything was fine, It took several times to reiterate the information and make her comfortable. Inevitably, it would all come around to going to Steak N Shake before we went home.
The chocolate shake held magical powers for her. It possessed powers of calm, healing, and reassurance. It didn’t matter what kind of news we had gotten, the shake made it better. No matter what the problem, the shake made it better. Every. Single. Time.
One particularly trying time for her was when I began to get in touch with my birth mother. I understand, as best as I can, that this can leave an adoptive mother feeling insecure. At first, she was all for it. We then started talking about my birth mother traveling to Illinois to meet us all. It became a little too real for her and I know she felt anxiety. I reassured her she was my mom, always. I would never think of her any other way. I knew while it was exciting to me, it was disconcerting to her. I did the best I could to let her know my birth mom was not now, nor ever, a threat to our relationship. She wanted to talk about it often. She even went so far as to try and emotionally blackmail me by telling me she didn’t think my dad would like this one bit. She knew that was below the belt. I was beginning to feel like I should call the whole thing off and arrange another time.
Things changed.
An errand day was coming up. Her ultimate treat! Days in advance she would let me know where she wanted to go, and what coupons she had and show me her nearly endless lists. This time, she told me she wanted to talk about my birth mom coming. She said she had things she wanted to say and we would discuss it on the way to Terre Haute. I was dreading what was to come. It left a hole the size of a La Brea tar pit in my stomach for a couple of days. When Mama said she wanted to discuss something later, it was never good. It was akin to, “Wait until your dad gets home!” I had the anxiety of a person about to get caught doing, well I don’t know what but you understand the anxiety I’m speaking of. Maybe it’s like when you’re driving on the highway, following the rules of the road and a police officer pulls in behind you. Your immediate thought is, “What have I done wrong?” That’s how I felt.
The day came. I went to pick her up. I tried to emotionally prepare myself for “the talk”. I got her purse, her cane, her bag of notes and coupons, and, of course, I got her. We started out talking about what was going on with my kiddos, her friends, work, and all the normal things. I finally brought it up. I said, “You said you wanted to talk about my birth mom coming to visit. What did you want to talk about.” Her response was, “I don’t know but can we stop at Steak N Shake before we come home?” Yes Mama. Yes, we can.
The power of the shake!
The first picture is of an errand day. The second is of her college modeling. Wow, right?