I hate surprises. Hate, hate, hate surprises…unless I’m surprising someone else. Then I love them.
As I mentioned in my last post, last week was my Mom’s birthday. This past year has been tough. Between injuries and job stress and sickness and me moving away, my poor Mom has been put through the wringer. Naturally, I wanted her to have the best birthday ever so I conspired with my father, brother, and sister-in-law for me to fly back to New Jersey and surprise my Mom!
We had to be super secretive about it though. My Mom is one of those people who can smell a lie from miles away. That, coupled with our close relationship, made it nearly impossible to keep this from her. In the weeks leading up to the surprise I’d find myself silently freaking out.
Every time she told me of her birthday plans, I died a little inside. It was killing me not to be able to tell her that I would be there for the weekend.
Until I realized how much fun it could be. The last week, I spent time on the phone with my Mom lamenting about how sad I was that I couldn’t be there. I sent her a birthday card to get there on her birthday and told her that her present was on the way. I begged her to have a bite of my brothers veal parmesan for me during her birthday dinner and promise to FaceTime me in when she blew out her candles.
When my dad picked me up at the airport, he called her to tell her he was on the way home from his meeting. Then, 5 minutes later I called to tell her I was out of work and going home. At this point my Mom was at a friends house so we hightailed it there and rang the doorbell. My Mom was on the phone in the kitchen so I went in, with a stick on bow on my forehead and said,
If you heard what you thought was a hyena screech at around 5:15pm on Friday, that was my Mom, getting an awesome surprise.
The rest of the weekend was full of retelling the story to anyone within earshot, relaxing with family, eating way too much food, and cuddling with the Birthday Girl.
How was your weekend?