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Unexpected Surprises From Mama

Chicky went back to college a couple of weeks ago.

As you know, Chicky plays soccer in college.

That is why I was not too happy when she called and asked me to mail her SOCCER CLEATS to her because she had left them at home.

Really?

With Spring Training just around the corner?

Oy.

Before I got them mailed, she rang me up again.  The conversation went something like this:

“Mama, have you mailed my shoes yet?”

“Nope.  Gonna do it in a couple of days.”

“Feel free to include a Ben Franklin,” she said coyly.

“I don’t know what fantasy world you’re living in, but keep on dreaming,” I said in response.

Yes, I’m a nurturing mother, aren’t I?

After I packed her box and sent it on its way, I sent her the following text:  “I just mailed your shoes, and I included a little something extra.”

On Tuesday evening, I called to see if she had received her shoes.  The conversation went something like this:

“Hi Chicky!  Did you get your shoes?”

“Yes, I sure did.  I was SO EXCITED because I thought you had mailed my birthday present, so I opened it right in class.”

Uh oh.

“Um, yeah, and I made a really big deal of ripping off the tape, so people were looking at me when I opened it.”

Oh my.

“Thanks a lot for the ‘extras” you put in there.  I was so embarrassed!”

Laughter now.

Why, you might ask?

Well, see, a week before she’d asked me to mail the box, she had called to tell me that she’d left her feminine products at home, and could I please provide the money to purchase more (i.e. could she use the family’s bank card).  I’d gotten on her case about leaving her stuff at home.

If you’re good at making predictions, you’ll know what’s coming.

If not, I’ll gently explain.

Not only had I mailed her the forgotten cleats, but I’d sprinkled her also-requested girlie stuff in with them.

Oh yes.

Never did I anticipate that she would open her box in class.

Um, yeah.

I think I might have to wait another year before I win Mother of the Year Award.

heeheehee

Postscript to this Post:  I mailed a birthday present to Chicky.  I called her to let her know it will be safe to open the package in front of other people.

heeheehee