It was a beautiful Spring day. Hadley, Marge, Robbie and Mary Rose were sipping diet sodas and ice tea at one of the picnic tables on the big patio at Meadow Lakes Retirement Community.
“Spring is nature’s way of saying, ‘Enjoy.’” Mary Rose said.
“Spring is nature’s way of saying, ‘Be ready to duck! Storms am a comin’.” Marge added.
“Spring is nature’s way of saying, ‘Robins are stupid birds – they always come back just before the Spring blizzard,” Robbie added.
“Spring is nature’s way of saying, ‘Get ready for the shopping spree on Mother’s Day’,” Hadley said, leaning her back onto the picnic table and stretching out her long leg.
“Oh crap,” Mary Rose said. “I really don’t want to go to one of my girls for Mother’s Day. I think I’ll run away from home.”
“Hadley nodded, “I have to make an appearance at my son’s place, but what say we all get together late afternoon and find a little Chinese place and eat Chinese food for Easter.”
“Plan!” the other three said together.
Mary Rose was thoughtful. Just look at all our mothers taught us, though. My mother taught me about ESP. I used to say, ‘wipe that smile off your face! I know what you’ve been up to!’”
Hadley smiled, “My mother taught me about medicine. She always said, ‘If you don’t stop crossing your eyes they’re going to freeze that way.’”
Marge nodded. “My mother taught me about genetics. Over and over she sighed and said, ‘You’re just like your father.’”
“Hey,” Robbie smiled. “My mother saw to it I worked hard every day and when I was old enough to mow the lawn she taught me about humor. She’d say, ‘When that lawnmower cuts off your toes, don’t come running to me.”
They laughed.
“My girls aren’t that bad, “Mary Rose said. “I just tend to turn into the mother they had when they were eight, ten and twelve and I’d like to treat them like I treat you girls.” They all had an instant picture of Mary Rose’s daughters with grey hair. They laughed again.
“Well,” Marge grinned. “If they start acting that age, just give them the Mother’s Curse.”
They looked at her. She stood up and pointed a finger at Mary Rose, put a fake frown on her face and tried to look mean. “May you have five children just like you!”
“Back to this idea of Chinese food for Easter,……” Hadley said, and they all leaned toward her to listen.
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