Yesterday was Mother’s Day and like most children, we made plans to treat mom to a special dinner for her special day (I had my day on Saturday, my son had to work Sunday). Steaks on the grill, Italian potato salad, zucchini fries, and garlic bread. For dessert, one of her favorites, a blitz torte (a rich yellow cake, topped with a light and fluffy meringue, sprinkled with rich toasted sweet cinnamon almonds, filled with custard).
Everything was set. I got up early, turned on the news, and enjoyed a strong cup of coffee. Before heading to church, my son, kissed me on the cheek and ran out the door for work. The Mass was beautiful and the sermon focused on mothers.
On the way home, I stopped at the store for those last minute items necessary for that special touch.
My husband and I ate a light breakfast, enjoyed another cup of coffee, and then started our preparations. I started the torte batter and my husband handled the yard work. Even though Mother’s Day is a special day, everyday things still need to be done.
After the torte batter goes into the oven, I get the potatoes started, then move onto the custard for the torte. I’m smiling as I work, because family is important to us, and Mother’s Day gives us another reason to have our family over for dinner.
We both continue on with respective to do lists, hubby outside and me finishing our dinner preparations. I pull out the fancy white table cloth, and set the table. While working on our veggies, I get the call. Mom is still not feeling well, and they will not be able to make dinner.
Of course we understand, but we’re bummed. We worked hard to make Mother’s Day special for her, and she was too sick to enjoy it. But all was not lost. There will be another day for us to celebrate. And we would bring her special dessert to her.
Dinner went on as planned, with just two less people. And I made enough potato salad, and zucchini fries that I will have dinner for two more days, maybe even three.
After dinner was put away, I brought out that special dessert. The first two pieces cut were for my mom and dad, then a slice for grandma, then our pieces.
We grabbed the torte, and the cards, we were going visiting. First stop, my parent’s house. We ran in and dropped off her gift and dessert, but didn’t stay so Mom could rest. Next stop. Grandma’s house. We went in with our gift and dessert and sat down and talked.
Typical Grandma, she offered goodies and drinks. And naturally, dinner food. We must have turned down food every five minutes.
While we were there, my son stopped. We had a great time just talking. And of course, we couldn’t leave without putting in Grandma’s air conditioner.
So, our plans changed, but the day was just as wonderful. Instead of dinner for mom at our home we went to her. And visiting our ninety seven year old grandma was a bonus.
Everyone holds a special place in their heart for their mother. Why do you think the police always use the mother to convince the bad guy to give up? Does your character love and respect his/her mother? Share with us, we’d love to hear about it.