Meet My Mom
I should introduce you to my mom. At the shop you might have said hello to the blue-eyed, white-haired gal who was helping wrap presents during the holidays. After twenty-three years of living in Florida, Mom moved back to her home state of Michigan – and she’s spunky as ever.
Our new days with Mom all began with an unexpected heavy snowfall on November 10th. I phoned Mom, who was still in Florida at the time, and insisted that she buy winter boots before leaving Fort Meyers. “I can’t find winter boots in Florida,” she cried. “Besides, there's no time. I leave tomorrow!”
I took a deep breath and kindly puffed out the words: “Mom, have Gregg drive you to a sporting goods store and buy some men's hiking boots there. When you step out in the Michigan weather, you're going to need footwear with good traction.” Silence was the only answer. I pressed on. “Mom, there’s a thick layer of ice here, and the walks are unevenly shoveled, too. I don't want you to fall.”
I heard a harrumph and then she offered firmly, “I have those closed-toe tan shoes. I’ll wear those.” I had visions of smooth-soled, slippery ballet slippers. I felt a catch in my throat; well, sort of a gulp. My mom wasn’t even in Michigan yet, and already we weren’t seeing eye-to-eye. Luckily she passed the phone to my brother, Gregg, at that point, and I told him of the need for some serious boot shopping.
Soon, Mom stepped off the airplane in high-top, lace-up, camouflaged boots with a one-inch sole of good traction. She wore a trace of a smile, too, and I beamed a wide-mouth grin!
We got her safely settled, which felt good, but the new snag was that we couldn't get her in the home of her own that she wanted. In fact, more than two months later, she is still living with us instead of on her own. Patiently, we - my husband, my mom and me - are waiting patiently for a room an independent-living site in town. After spending a good amount of time at the shop with us, she now has an advanced degree in gift wrap, although the scotch tape wins on some days and she'll call the Moynihan team to use the ribbon shredder to make our signature curly bows.
Stop in and say hello to Mom sometime. Presently, she has taken on the role of sole proprietor over our forced-bulb paperwhites around the gallery! Her Florida green thumb has the bulbs bursting with fragrant blooms. It's a must-see you’ll surely enjoy.