The beauty of a neglected blog is that there are plenty of stories to tell and plenty of pictures to share. Unfortunately, it is difficult to remember all of the stories. I have written down a few of them that I want to share. The first two stories happened in May of last year when my Mom was visiting after Rebecca's birth.
My mom wanted to help us adjust to our new addition. This is not unusual behavior for my mom. If you know my mom, you know that she loves to help people and visit others. It is true of both of my parents. One of their greatest strengths is the way they are willing to fly anywhere to visit or to help others. In particular, it has been amazing to see how much my parents have grown while caring for their parents and in-laws in the later stages of life. They have given us a rich heritage of what it means to serve others, love your family and work tirelessly for those relationships that matter most and will last the longest.
Their willingness to travel and support everyone has led to running joke in our family. Every year around tax time, we ask my parents (and mother especially) if they are eligible to file taxes where their home is because they were there for so few days during the year. The first story illustrates how that joke may have begun:
We went to a store to pick up some things that Mom needed. We went to pay and Mom went first. The cashier asked Mom what was her zip code. Mom looked at her slightly puzzled and pulled out her checkbook so she could read off her zip.
At that point in time, Mom and Dad had lived in their new home for three years. How long do you have to live somewhere before you know your own zip code?
Another side effect of Mom's travel is that she is quite attached to her cell phone. But it is not just the cell phone because Mom likes to talk on any phone. Most people who talk to my mom would never think to try her home phone number. It is too much of a low probability event to catch them there. Why even bother trying? (For the purposes of full disclosure, I don't even know my parents' home phone number.) Mom's phone habits led to the following story:
Joshua had been watching Grandma carefully after she had arrived. He was trying to figure her out and restart their relationship. On the second day of Grandma's stay, we went out to dinner. On the way to the restaurant, Mom got a couple of calls. After the second call we hear Joshua's two-year old voice from the backseat say, "Grandma need cell phone."
I guess it did not take too long for Joshua to figure out Grandma.
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At lese they are not stories about an old grandma. So there. Yep. I know the zip code, most of the time. The phone number, not at all. That is Dad's fault; he changed it. About the cell phone--hmm. Is it better to have the need, due to other's circustances, to be attached to it or not to have the need at all? Ah, that is the question. Balance is the key.
You know, to her credit, I think you're supposed to occupy the home more than 1/2 the time to count as "living" there, and I'm not sure they qualify, so why should she know the zip?
personally i can attest it takes around 2 years to learn a zip code
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