I’ve been known to make fun of my mom for her poor memory. If I tell her something today, I’ll most likely have to tell her again tomorrow. She’s going on 65 years old, though, she’s allowed a few gaps. There’s a lot of years there to remember. I’m barely over 30, what’s my excuse?
I blame the kids.
Last Sunday, my mom asked if I could buy her a newspaper. They weren’t going out that day and she likes to skim through the coupons. She said she’ll pick it up on Thursday, when she has to watch Jedi and Abby while I take Buzz to his speech class.
On Thursday, I remind my mom that I have her paper. “Don’t let me forget to give it to you when we come back”, I told her. Which is kind of like the blind leading the blind. She didn’t have to, but she insisted on reimbursing the $2 the paper cost before we left.
A short time later, we return from Buzz’s speech class. I sit and have a cold drink with my parents as Abby jumps in my arms. We watch a few minutes of television and talk about how things went. Goodbyes are said. It feels like I’m forgetting something, but I can’t place what. Hours after they’ve left for home, I look over and realize.
Not only did she pay me $2, but I still have her paper.
Watch out Bernie Madoff, there’s a new scam artist in town. Now if I can just remember where I put the money.