This Easter weekend has been a good one: Friday I took the day off from work, went to the hair salon, leaving there with just enough time to find a great parking space and walk into a church service moments before it began. The service was amazing, and I thanked God for allowing me to attend. It was nice not to have any phone calls or messages from anyone, and enjoy a peaceful evening.
(I have to say something here before continuing. I realized how negative my reactions have been towards my mother, mainly being frustrated, which was visibly shown on my face and in the tone of my voice. My mother noticed it and didn’t hesitate to tell me, but I already knew. I asked God for help in this area.)
Saturday was met with sleeping in for a change, getting exercising done, and making plans to run errands and get shopping done. For the most part I stuck to what I had on the list (with a few unplanned purchases at a store I should not have been in), but got everything and got home. But before I left, I stared at the phone. Should I call her to see if she needs anything at the store, I thought. Part of me wanted to answer that question with a resounding NO! You have planned an evening of cooking an Easter meal and do some baking while watching the Villanova basketball game. I decided to call her…
She told me to do what I wanted to do and while I was out she would make a list. Somewhere in that conversation she though that meant she was going to the store to shop, while I was thinking I was going to the store to get the items for her. When she called she told me she was on her way out to meet me. For what? I said. the conversation continued, and frustration entered the conversation like an old friend, ready to wreak havoc. We met and left at 6pm to go the bank first then to the store, where she spend the evening going to each aisle to make sure she got everything, which takes time. My evening of cooking was not going to happen. As I waited for her to come to the car something happened to me, something different: