Last week my Mom came to help me take care of Elian while Arnold was in Colombia taking Carmen back home. I can tell you Casa Perez will never be the same. My parents usually come once a year to visit and fix stuff that is broken. Well my Dad fixes things, my Mom serves as toolman sous chef and in her free time sets her sights on one or two areas of untouched dust. This time she was here a week and without my Dad to distract her with his need for tools and Indian Buffets my Mom was able to truly come into her own. Armed with myriad cleaning supplies and a toddler with a small broom she cleaned things in my house that it has truly never even occurred to me to clean.
Okay that's a lie. It occurs to me but I'm not really into cleaning. I"m more of the organizing and sorting sort. Do I like to sort stuff into matching and labeled boxes? Yes! Do I like to dust the shelf those boxes are on? No. No. No.
Anyways, it was awesssssssssssome.
Everyday I would come home from work to a happy as a clam toddler and an increasingly sanitized house. Brandishing matching Grandma and Grandson cleaning implements they would show me their progress. Bathtub cleaned. Twice! Floors mopped. Top of wardrobes dusted. The plants are now alive. Alive! It really is a special kind of energy and enthusiasm that my Mom brings to the table. I once caught her washing the dishes at 4 am. It's the upside to insomnia don't you know?
Under Grandma's careful tutelage Elian's vocabulary exploded. He added "Nutella (Tela) Mine (mia) and various other words to his vocabulary. He also learned to climb in his high chair and feed himself with a spoon. He is now an unrivaled expert on the importance of sunscreen.
After work each day I would come home wondering if perhaps she would've built on a 2nd bathroom during my workday or taught Elian french after naptime. Exaggeratory? Not by much.
There is one thing however that my Mom can't do: watch TV. Faced with a night of leisurely television viewing my Mom falls apart. She settles in contentedly to "relax" but like a shark the second she stops moving she becomes dead to the world.
I guess we all can't be perfect.
Thank you Mommy. We miss you!