My Mom's Surprise

I don't think my Mom will mind me sharing that she is a perpetually young-at-heart sixty-eight year-old. My mom loves Disney World and roller coasters...Shes been to both Disney World and Disneyland at least once...and as many times (if not more) without children as with. Her enthusiasm for joy-chasing is refreshing. She often likens herself to Tigger, which I would fully agree with. You either, like Roo, go along for the ride, or like Rabbit, try to lose her in the woods. Which is okay, as long as you drop her in my woods. Trouble is, she's hard to lose. And after a while of walking by yourself, you realize how much you appreciate her bouncing. After all, Tigger's not Tigger without his bounce.

Mom just never forgot all the youthful joy in life. She still enjoys sitting up late singing all the songs from girl scout camp at Turkey Creek, where she spent so many summers known as "Little Turtle." I know, because I've sat up late singing with her...she remembers way more songs than I do. Did you know that "Seikooc" is 'cookies' spelled backwards? (That's pronounced See-ko-wok for all you un-kansas-non-girl-scouters.) And I know watching a good old clip of Shirely Temple or Fred Astaire tapping makes her want to jump up and do a few steps herself...she's still that little gal who taught tap-dance in the studio her dad built. She's also the mom of six kids and grandma to 29 grandchildren.

Mom not only plays the piano, but she also taught herself the accordian and loves the tambourine. In fact, she bought Sarah and me our own tambourines when we were young. I joined right in with Mom, standing in the pews beating my tambourine to "I'll Fly Away." Maybe that's where my love of percussion came from...I know Mom's influence was a big part of my love for music. I started playing the snare drum in the 5th grade. Later, Dad gave in and bought me an old drumset. Mom came to all our school band concerts, tape recorder in hand, to hear Sarah on the flute, me on percussion. I enjoyed the orchestra bells and marimba, but I loved playing the drums.

I passed my drums on to my younger brother then to my nephew after leaving for college. My nephew is way better than I ever was. I've played a drumset maybe once in the past 10-plus years, moving on to fiddling with the piano and guitar...a bit more *mature* instruments, especially for a mom and wife. But just like Mom's tapping, I can't help but get a little antsy inside when I hear some great drumming. I've always said drumming is like dancing. A few nights ago, I dreamt I was playing the drums...I was really good, way better than I ever was in real life. It was so fun...like August Rush banging on that guitar...pure joy.

Funny enough, my Mom called me yesterday. The conversation (if not exactly in this order) went something like this:

Mom: "I've been thinking about you. I keep checking my answering machine to see if you've called."
Me: "I've been thinking about you too, trying to put my calendar into my new computer. Are you really going to be 69 this year, Mom?
Mom: "Yes, 69 this year."
Me: "Wow...Guess what...your birthday is on Hannakuh."
Mom: "Hannakuh...hey, that's neat."
Mom: "I'm sitting here at the computer and I found a drumset that is usually $569.00 and is on clearance for $199.99. That's a good deal. It's the company that I buy my tambourines from."
Me: "That is a good deal."
Mom: "Would you like to have a drumset?"
Me (laughing): "Are you kidding, I'd love a drumset...Luke almost got me one for Christmas, but he wasn't sure where we'd put it."
Mom: "Do you have a place for one?"
Me (Still laughing): "If I had a drumset, you know I'd find a place for it...I think the foosball table would have to go."
Mom: "How would you feel if I got you one?"
Me: "I'd probably cry."
Mom: "They have a blue one and a red one...what color would you want?"
Me (again, laughing): "What? Are you for real? I guess the blue one."
Mom: "Oh, wait, the blue one is a hundred dollars more."
Me: "For two hundred dollars, who cares what color it is!"
Mom: "The red one's really pretty. Wait, I can email you this website."
Me: "I like the red one better!"
Mom: "Okay, I'm ordering it...they'll send it to your house. You'll have to play it for me over the phone when you get it and when I come up this summer."
Me: "This is so funny..." I relay the dream I had just a couple of nights before this conversation.
Mom: "Well, I've been thinking about you and your drums lately. I did really well on my last book fair and I have some extra money...I've been blessed and I just wanted to bless you."
Me: "Thank you, Mom...thank you, so much."

Sometimes when you grow up, you forget your bliss...those simple things that are so innately you...that bring you such joy. Every once in a while I'm reminded and I step out of the everyday "grown up" world that I've created around myself and I let myself go back to just being "me." Because that little gal banging on the tambourine, belting out "I'll Fly Away" is still me.

I've always been told that I'm a lot like my mom. It's true, I am. Next month, we're going to Disney World. I thought I'd send Luke on the roller coasters with the kids, but you know, I think I'd like a good roller coaster ride...I need a dose of Disney.

Thanks Mom, for keeping me young...I hope my kids will be able to see the same young heart in me someday when I turn 69.