Stay home ordered? Call mom. Talk about the old times.
I did that several times and we went down memory lane to some interesting places. It felt good.
Recently we talked about the day my mom and I went with dad in a day trip to a customer he had to visit about one hour and a half from home (Caçapava, for the Brazilian friends’ reference).
I was about six years old and while my father was in his meeting, mom and I stayed by the car in the parking lot (the picture of that moment is still in my mind).
My mother sat in our VW Beetle with the door open and I played with some little cars on the sidewalk. Time went fast. When dad came back we quickly collected our stuff and started the trip back home.
Well, we “collected our stuff” too quickly and the little Volvo from the picture above was left behind.
How can it be in the picture then? Is it the same one? You still have it, you pack rat?
Yep. When little Ed found the Volvo was missing, dad turned around and went back for it. That’s love!
Yep. I still have it… together with each other Matchbox car I would collect over the years. Mom and I would take the bus to go downtown Sao Paulo (Lojas Americanas – again from my Brazilian friends reference) to buy the little cars with the money I saved from my allowance, or polishing my grandpa’s shoes and selling old newspapers – an adventure. Those cars are all together in a glass jar in my “Man Cave” with their battle scars from years of abuse.
Talking about these and other stories with my mom brings very good memories.
Time won’t come back and we are very distant, but those conversations are creating new memorable moments to cherish.
Love you, mom.