May 2, 2006
Today a local farmer stops by my husband’s work saying he
saw Dad and Mom driving on the interstate yesterday. This is after my sister
and I have had many conversations with them about the safety of their driving,
and they’ve finally agreed and promised us they’d drive no further than a
ten-mile radius. I decide I must talk with them about this incident, so I stop
by their house and visit with Mom, making small talk about the nice weather and
the spring flowers blooming in the yard. I ask her what they did the day
before. Mom replies they drove to the grocery ten miles away. I tell her a
community member was concerned because he saw them driving on the interstate
about thirty miles away.
Immediately, she
grumbles, “Who told you that?” Then she defiantly says the community member was
“tattling.” She yells, “We made an important trip to the mall, because I needed
to buy face cream. We’re not teenagers who needed to be monitored. We’d rather
lay down and die than not drive.”
She shakes her
head in disgust. I ask her if she wants me to leave. She fumes, “Yes.”
About
a year later, when I was cleaning out their house, I found a sales receipt from
that shopping trip for two small heart necklaces Mom had purchased for my
sister and me for Mother’s Day. (Mom always gave us something for
Mother’s Day.) I felt sad to think this trip, which had caused an argument, was
taken to buy Ann and me something so thoughtful.
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