I took the day off from work yesterday to get some of my ducks in a row, but let it be known that these ducks tend to have ADHD. I had a productive day planned for my mother and I, which included sushi for lunch (hmmmm… sushi…).
Well, let me for starters tell you that, if you are not yet aware of, I live in Miami. Yep, I apologize to those who are in the midst of the arctic polar wrath that is making the color white the official color of the north east. But, with all that said, yesterday the high here in ‘sunny’ Miami reached 56 degrees, 56 degrees! I loved it, but it was a tough day to be out and about like I was with my little ol’ mom (she walks really s-l-o-w-l-y, and well, I walk like I have a pack of hungry wild pigs behind me). I forgot how awesome it is to be on campus; the hustle and the bustle of students getting to class, sipping their coffees, reading their books, and campaigning for whatever it is that’s the hot topic of the moment.
Well our mission was simple that cold, cold Miami day: Get my mother registered to take classes, and have me sit down with the department of epidemiology.
I was more excited about my mom going back to school. You see, this little lady (that’s right the one right below who could pass for a professor) is 69 years young.
My mother studying which class to pick at the FIU Green Library
She wants to go back to school and learn. To me this is a shock ,a happy one. My mother was never the studious kind of student in school (I cam to learn this after I finished high school when she thought it was safe to now tell us how much she hated math, and liked to climb the roof of her elementary school all the while waving at the administration office. I apparently missed that gene, the fun gene). She does however LOVE to read, she devours books! I thought we could do a little book club once and got her a copy of John Milton’s, Paradise Lost in Spanish so that we could read and discuss… she looked at me as though I had grown a pair of horns on my head. I learned then that she doesn’t favor the classics, or in her words, “long boring books others think important.” I love my mom, but finding things we have in common is like trying to find honest politician in D.C..
My enthusiasm could not be contained when she decided to go back to school. I took her to registration, the Modern Languages Dept, and even took her to her first class… I felt so proud (maybe this is how parents feel?). She was so happy, beaming. She is taking a Latin American literature course. I told her how happy I was, and asked her what got her so motivated.
Mom-“Well, I have to get out of the house and do something, otherwise I’ll kill your father. Oh, and I want to learn too!”
Disclaimer: There won’t be any killing, it’s an expression.
So how does my mother repay my services of the day? She picked up a man for me. That’s right, my mother’s mojo was on alert for her daughter.
I was walking up to my mom after putting some more coins in the meter when I see her talking to this incredibly handsome man. I mean this guy was clearly not from around here; he was exceptionally dressed, clean shaven, and had an outsiders look to him.
I smiled as I approached the both of them.
Mom-“This is my daughter (point at me), she will be more than happy to help you.”
I smile, and he shakes my hand.
Handsome Stranger- “Hi, would you be able to direct me to the ID office?”
Me (with smitten eyes)- “ID office… Yes, of course, the Panther ID office. Are you familiar with the campus?
Handsome Stranger- “No, this is my first day here”
Me-“Well, it’s located in the Gold Parking Garage. I’ll be more than happy to take you. “
Handsome Stranger- “Thank you so much, I really appreciate that.”
Me-“So where are you from?” (I have a tendency to always ask that).
Handsome Stranger-“I’m from Boston, this is my first day here on campus, I’m a new professor.”
Me-“Oh, well, Welcome to Miami! I’m sure this is better than Boston at the moment. In that case, let me give you a small tour as we go…”
After my brief functional description of each building we passed, I pointed to the building that was his.
He thank me and turned to my mother, “You have a beautiful, charming, and hospitable daughter. Thank you so much.”
That made my day. I couldn’t believe a total stranger had said that. I wish I had gotten his name, or heck, at least what course he was teaching so that i feign difficulty in learning!
My mother smiled, and I just laughed at how at least she knows my taste in men.