Call Your Mom
I’m almost 25, been married for a little over a year, and I still feel the need to call my mom when I have a bad day at work. I call her when I break down in the grocery store for no reason and I need to hear her voice. I call her when I burn the cookies and can I wash beige with whites? I call her with a “is this normal?” question (which she bashfully answers “yes, hair grows there too, Miranda”).
Sometimes, I don’t call my mom. It will go 2 weeks of missed calls because I can get so caught up in running around and building my own little empire. I will shoot a quick “can’t talk – call you later” and then the call you later never happens. Sometimes in the race to getting older, I forget she is getting older too.
Do you ever wonder what your mom may be dealing with when you are not there to see her everyday? Yes, her life may be slowing down while yours is speeding up but that does not make her nor her feelings any less significant. I’m not saying you have to call your mom every single day - I get it, we all have to-do lists to check off, mouths to wipe, and important e-mails to type.
But you should call her. Not text her. Not give a thoughtless “like” to her Facebook posts. Call her. Hear her voice and let her hear yours.
When I was growing up, my mom had this little wooden sign by the home phone that said "Call Your Mother, She Worries". Whether it was a reminder for her, or one for me, I still think about that phrase today after all the years I would mindlessly passed that little wooden sign.
“But you don’t understand, Miranda. I don’t have a good relationship with my mom, I can’t just call her.”
Maybe you’re right.
But I doubt that means she doesn’t love you, doesn’t think about you before she goes to bed, doesn’t wonder what you are doing on Saturday afternoons. A quick hi-mom-thinking-of-you-without-asking-for-anything will mean more to her than you realize. Promise.