Mother Child

I live in Texas, but I grew up in Idaho. We have no family in our vicinity. I have a husband and a baby that I take care of at home. I make dinner, find shoes, and do laundry. I sweep green beans off the floor and change the air filters in the AC. I get to come home to visit Idaho about three times a year. It is so facinating because although I am still a mother I suddenly become a daughter. I find myself asking my mother if she has seen my purse or whats for dinner. She gets me icecream from the freezer downstairs because I ask if they have any. She makes sure I am taking my vitamins and eating enough protein. Tonight I really remembered what it is like to have a mother. I was brushing my teeth in the bathroom before bed and in the reflextion in the mirror on the wall behind me was a vicious, black hairy monster. Ok,OK it was only a spider, but he was really creepy looking. He looked like a giant tick with lobster claws. UG! So I knocked on my parents door and told them the was a really gross spider in the bathroom. My mom picked up a shoe and followed me. Ok, I'll admit I was a bit embarrased that my mom had to come and kill the spider, so I played it up that I didn't know what kind it was or I just wanted to show her how yucky it was claiming it looked like a giagantic tick. She took one look and it and said, "EWWW, Nolan come look at this spider." My dad came and stated that it was indeed a spider. My mom got her shoe poised and ready and smashed that spider into a juicy black hole in one swipe. She then flicked it off the wall onto the floor and hit is a few more times just me make sure it was dead. I assured her it was and we made our ways back to our bedrooms I sercrety glad it wasn't me with the shoe. Then I reallized what it mean to be the mother, because at home I have to kill my own spiders.