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Mother Daughter Day
The morning sun's rays seemed to beam in through my window, blinding me awake. If only the sun could comprehend the need to sleep in on a Saturday morning. I stretched upon my bed and looked over to see what time it was. I rubbed my hazed over eyes and groaned. It was only nine in the morning. Whatever happened to sleeping in till noon? I rolled over away from the sun hoping that sleep would take over again, until I remembered my plans I had today. Shoot I have a date with mom! I then shot out of bed and hurried to the shower.
Last night I had decided to hang out with my mom all day today just like we used to. I figured we would go to the park and paint and then grab some ice cream as a treat. I really just wanted to take her mind off of life, plus we hadn't really had much bonding time lately.
After my shower, I got dressed into some paint stained jeans and a t-shirt, and then I headed downstairs to find my mom. She was sipping coffee, as usual, at the dining room table; looking at peace for once. It was a nice change and I had hoped that things would return to normal after today.
“Good morning,” I smiled to her.
Her head turned to look at me with a smile, “good morning my angel.” She then looked me up and down and laughed. “I see you are ready to paint.”
I laughed and joined her at the table with a bowl of cereal. We talked for a bit about today's plans and where the best spot would be in the park for inspiration. Soon we were off on our own little mother daughter outing.
First we decided to go to the park and paint for a bit. We settled under the shade of a willow tree that looked out upon some kids playing soccer. I really needed the practice of drawing people since that was the next chapter in art class. My mom instead focused her own piece on the skyline. It made me wonder about what Mr. Strumm had talked about with me, which made me question how all her paintings had no people within them. I really wanted to talk to my mom about it, but today was not the right time.
After a couple of hours of stenciling the landscapes we packed up and walked the trail around the park. We stopped at one of the ice cream carts and got some of our favorite flavors. Mine was fudge brownie and hers was plain vanilla. I always teased my mother about her depriving her taste buds. We continued walking the path while chatting and laughing along the way.
“So what has been going on at school lately?” My mother eyed me while licking the quickly melting ice cream cone.
I knew she would ask that and sighed. “Not much really.”
“Have you met any new friends at all? Like how about that Marissa girl?” She continued on with her interrogation.
“Marissa and I are good. She is a really nice person.” I hated talking about myself and my life, but it made my mom happy to know these things.
“You should invite her over for a sleepover sometime. I would love to meet her.” She smiled with excitement in her eyes. This was probably one of her dreams since I never really had a girlfriend, and she never got the chance to be known as the “cool mom.”
I laughed at her childlike behavior. “Sure, why not. I am sure she would love to come over sometime.”
“Oh it will be so much fun. We could do a bunch of girly things. Maybe I will try my artistic abilities and give you two makeovers.” She beamed with enthusiasm.
“Ok mom, thats pushing it a bit. You know I don't like makeup and I am not sure Marissa is that much into it. How about we just stick to pizza and chick flicks for now.” I smiled as I finished up the last bit of soggy ice cream cone.
“Alright thats a deal. But at least allow me the pleasure of helping you two out for the homecoming dance.” She continued to walk down the trail.
“Homecoming dance?” I questioned. I had not even heard about it.
“Yes its in a couple of weeks. Oh, that reminds me. We need to get you a dress.” Her beaming smile now returned.
She must get a high off this girl like behavior, I thought to myself. “But who says we are even going. Don't you need a date for those types of things. Plus, I am not really into dances.” I frowned slightly at remembering the last dance I attended.
“You have to at least give it a chance. It is not like the camp dances. It will be ten times better. Just this once can you please let me dress you up? I promise if you don't have a good time you will never have to go to another dance again. Just let your old mom have her fun. Please?” She looked extremely pathetic in that moment but I sighed and gave in. I figured it wouldn't hurt to try going to one dance.
“Ok, how about we have you try calling up your friend and see if she wants to meet us at the mall to look for dresses?” She asked as we reached the car.
“I guess we can try. She did give me her cell phone number.” I then proceeded to call her up and Marissa seemed to be all giddy about the idea and said she would meet us in a half an hour. At that moment I knew her and my mom would get along wonderfully. I couldn't help but laugh.
Once we arrived at the mall, we met Marissa at the nearest dress shop. I felt kind of strange about seeing her outside of school. It was the first time I ever had a girlfriend to go out shopping with. I almost felt like a normal teenage girl. As we headed inside it didn't take long for my mom and Marissa to bond. I would have never imagined that dress shopping would have such an affect. I sighed slightly and went about skimming through the rack of dresses.
“Ally! What do you think about this one. Don't you think the blue would totally match my eyes.” Marissa held up a royal blue dress that shimmered as the light hit it. It was rather pretty.
“Sure, it doesn't hurt to try it on.” I smiled.
Her smiled turned even bigger, if that were possible, as she gathered up a couple more dresses to try on. I, on the other hand, didn't know what to even look for. It had been years since I had even worn a dress and that dress was picked out by my mom. I didn't even know what colors to even try. At least my mother was there.
She soon found me and I spotted many dresses in her arms. It made her look like she was hugging a rainbow.
“Oh good I found you. Marissa is already in the dressing room trying on some dresses. We best get back there too. I found many dresses for you to try.” She smiled as we both headed to the back of the store. Once back in the dressing room she dumped the pile of sparkling material into my arms and shut the door on me. I had no clue where to start.
“Deary, why don't you try on the red one first. I would love to see how you look in red.” My mother shouted from outside the room.
I figured I would let her guide me and so I tried on the red one first. It was rather pretty, but a little too revealing for my taste. The v-neck seemed to go down to the middle of my waist, which I would guess isn't really appropriate for a school dance. My mother and Marissa seemed to agree as I walked out of the dressing room.
“Ok how about the yellow one next?”Came my mother's directions.
I tried on the yellow one and it made me look like a daisy, which was definitely not a look I was wanting to go for. Next she had me try on this orange/tangerine colored dress which totally didn't look good on me. I tried on a pink dress and then a lavender one, but both seemed to wash me out due to my light skin tone. Last was a little black dress. It fit rather well and actually gave me a more womanly figure, which I definitely needed help with. Both my mother and Marissa agreed that this dress was perfect.
We then proceeded to buy the dresses, Marrissa had chosen to go with the shimmering royal blue dress she had found and I of course had my black one. After we went and picked up some shoes and jewelery accessories, my mom treated us both to dinner. It was the perfect way for us all to get to know one another better. My mom really enjoyed hearing the stories about Marissa's travels.
Soon it was getting dark out and we drove Marissa to her grandmother's house. Marissa hugged me goodbye and than thanked my mom for a great time. I couldn't stop smiling, I hadn't had this much fun ever. It was the perfect way to get both my mom's and my mind off of all the little life stresses. After saying our goodbyes, I got back into the car and my mom had tears falling from her eyes. I looked at her worried, until she hugged me.
“Thank you. Thank you so much for today. It really helped.” She said through her sobs. A few tears left my eyes as we continued to hug each other a bit longer. I had succeeded and it made me feel great inside. Absolutely nothing could change this moment.
 eimichan · Sun Oct 14, 2007 @ 09:47pm · 0 Comments |
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