Moms are funny.
My mom is getting on in years, and when it comes to her
buying me a present (for a birthday, for example), we have
a bit of trouble. She doesn't get around much anymore.
So, present time goes something like this:
- "Son, what do you want for your birthday?"
- "I don't know, Mom. You know..."
- "No, what do you want?"
- "Okay, I could use some good quality bath
towels."
- "Okay, buy yourself some & I'll send
you a check."
Now I'm pretty comfortable financially, and if there's
something I want, I can go out & buy it myself.
And if I buy it myself, I don't need my mother to reimburse
me.
I mention this to her -- all I need is some new bath
towels. I kinda want her expertise in thing domestic
to pick them out. So, begrudgingly, she mentions that
she has some that she never used. I said, fine --
ship them to me. She does.
But she doesn't just send me bath towels -- she sends
me a whole set: bath towels, hand towels, wash cloths,
even bath mats. All I needed & wanted were the
bath towels.
So, Kira helps me use the other stuff.
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