The Adams Family of St. Paul, Minnesota, decides to sell the house, quit the jobs and pick up and move across the word. This is my journal of our journey, but open to anyone else who cares to see how this is working out for us.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
The Coat Rack
Today is the 14th anniversary of my Mom's death. Have to admit, that I wasn't even thinking about the anniversary coming up, but I have been thinking about my Mom a lot lately. I know she would be so proud of me for making this journey. She would also be sitting at home nagging my Father about when they would get to come visit. I still always regret not taking her up on offers to bike around Europe when I was in high school.. I remember thinking "no way am I doing that" and "how stupid". You know, the typical teenage thoughts about their parents. And, then, I remember thinking in my early twenties "how stupid was I to pass up a free trip to Europe" and "maybe my mom knew what she was talking about". By the time I was traveling and living in Europe, she was not feeling well enough to make the trip. Maybe that is one of the reasons I am here, because you just really have to take the opportunity to do these things while you still can. And, because my children don't think I too stupid for doing them yet.
Anyways, what does this all have to do with a coat rack? Well, because I was really feeling like I was channeling my inner "Jean Broberg creativity" this week. And I kept thinking about how proud she would be. I have really wanted a coat rack, and I had a perfect place to put one. But, alas, the shopping here in New Zealand was not going to comply with that dream. So, I decided to make one. And I did so with out any tools and not much expense. A little like McGuyver, a little like my mother. All it took was a piece of drift wood, rocks, shells from the beach. I bought a planter and package of ten garage hooks (for 6.99, real hooks were going to cost me 11.99 a piece). I may have used a kitchen knife to saw a little off the bottom of the wood. But, I did it, and I love it. As I was screwing the last hook in last night and thinking of my mother, I realized it was the April 11th (we are day ahead here), the day we lost her. Love you mom, and I dedicate this coat rack to you. Thank you for teaching me I can do anything!!
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If this were FB, I would "super like." What a funny, idiosyncratic, touching way to remember your mom.
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