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He’s So Handsome. You Look Tired.

3rd July 2011

I was sitting in an airport chair, waiting for my chair to roll through on the baggage-claim belt.  Sarge and I were trying to convince the Sky Cap my chair would be through on Over-size Items, which meant we were waiting in the wrong place.

Sarge was tired, and I was just wired and wanted to get OUT.  We got our bags, and then Sarge pointed over my head.

‘It’s over there,’ he said, pointing to my chair which had been where we said it would be the whole time.

Sarge went to get my chair; I did a quick scan to see everything was in the right place and transferred without putting the brakes on.  ‘Let’s blow this Pop stand,’ I said.

My mother has since said she spotted me before I saw her.  Not unlike our last airport hello where I waved at the wrong woman before I realised my mother was standing behind her, a very bewildered stranger who wondered why I was waving so frantically at her.  In my defence, my mother and the stranger had been wearing the same coat, and I so tiredwired, perhaps I thought I was seeing double.

This time, I met my mother halfway, away from the general crowd.  We speak on the phone often enough that my accent is confused, but we hadn’t seen each other in over 5 years.  In the airport, under those harsh lights at around 11 pm, it didn’t seem that long at all.

I introduced The Boyfriend to The Mom, they were already saying hello as I did so.

‘I gotta pee,’ I said, and raced off as my mother asked Sarge to load the car.

I got to toilets just as they were being closed for cleaning.

Now.   Some accessible toilets in America are inaccessible.  Because you can’t get in, turn around, and shut the door.  In a stall, the idea of a turning-circle is as foreign as well, something foreign.  I don’t think it’s possible lock the door, unless you’re a contortionist.  As it is, I’m double-jointed, and most of the time I can Pop-(my shoulder)-Lock-(the door)-Pee (hopefully not in my pants.)

I’d forgotten this short but all-important sequence until confronted with it.  ‘And I’m here,’ I said, as I left the bathroom in search of my mother.

I asked her what she thought of Sarge.

‘He’s so handsome.  You look tired.’

‘Thanks.  Can we go now?’  I was already morphing back into the 12 year-old I’d been when I first left New York.

My mother only goes online when she needs directions.  We got in the car, and Sarge read out the Mapquest instructions to my cousins’ house, where Sarge and I would be staying for what I dubbed Family Week.

An hour later, we’d gone through my old neighbourhood, called the house several times and passed it twice before my cousins welcomed us with pizza and a Saltire sign.

I fell asleep while Sarge brushed his teeth.  And dreamt of surprises.

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  • Reply Karin 3rd July 2011 at 5:02 pm

    Yay! Love it. Nice to read “the back story.”

  • Reply She.Is.Just.A.Rat 3rd July 2011 at 9:52 pm

    Ahh…this is so nice! It’s so nice to see your family again. It’s been strange not seeing my mom for the past seven months. I mean, when I lived in Ontario, it was only an hour and a half drive from her in Niagara Falls, but now that I’m in the north…well… I’ll be going down south for a visit in August, and can’t wait to see my mom, brother, nephew, nana…reunions are odd. Yet I’m not homesick…just familysick… 😉 Glad you both made it there safe and sound…

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  • Reply thoughtsappear 5th July 2011 at 3:04 pm

    How nice to see your mom!

  • Reply blunt delivery 8th July 2011 at 5:41 am

    oh dear.

    your parents = my parents. almost. man… the whole bathroom thing, i just don’t even know. Women’s bathrooms are rough enough, can’t imagine having to wheel through… ugh.

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  • Reply angelanoelauthor 20th July 2017 at 3:17 pm

    Even the brisk style of this post gives a feel for how whirlwindy it is to visit home with someone new. I’ve definitely had those moments with family where old patterns, no matter how distanced in time or space, take over. My favorite part is the end where you’re dreaming of surprises. A contrast from what was, to what is, to what will be. Love it.

  • Reply anhistorianabouttown 20th July 2017 at 5:46 pm

    That’s a very Mom answer, haha! I’ve got to say, you were more together than I would have been- I always wander around forever trying to find whomever I’m looking for 😓

  • Reply Ritu 20th July 2017 at 7:14 pm

    Love it! And your mum’s reaction is such a #mum’ things to say!

  • Reply fattymccupcakes 21st July 2017 at 1:36 am

    Sooo sounds like a mom thing to say!!

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