Hard things to accept
Me: For Mother’s Day brunch, what’re you in the mood for? We may or may not need a reservation. Middle Eastern, Asian, Western, what?
Sara: I want a 蛋餅 (danbing).
Me: OK! That makes things MUCH easier. I’m on it. That’s it then. You just chill. I’ll handle the rest.
While we were in Taiwan, Sara and the kids go really into Taiwanese brekkies, their favourite of which was a savory egg crepe.
But, because (a) it’s Taiwanese and (b) it’s a breakfast dish, we haven’t had any places or opportunities with which to have it.
But for Mother’s Day, Sara really wanted some Taiwanese food for brunch, and I wanted to see my mom anywho, so this was perfect.
To this end, I took Sara out to the very first Taiwanese restaurant I’d ever taken her to out in Queens
There, we ordered practically the whole menu, and she had to have her stinky tofu.
Her son: The whole restaurant is gonna hate us. We’re gonna scare people off like we did in Taiwan.
Me: Nah, look around. You two are one of only three non-Taiwanese here. We’re all used to it.
Afterward, we went to go to a bookstore to kill some time (not sure what the kid is doing here)…
…before seeing my mom for a bit.
But we didn’t stay long as we took our kids and my nephews for a quick trip to the local park for them to enjoy the sunshine out in the burbs before dinner.
Sara was happy to just hear the birds, enjoy the sunshine, and smell the grass.
Afterwards, we came back to eat with my mom and my sister’s family.
Ended up getting BBQ of all things.
But my mom enjoyed it.
Mom: This is great! I really should stop cooking and just order in more. Cooking is tiring.
Me: OMG, mom, that’s what we’ve all been saying!
Talking with my mom bums me out these days.
Not that particular exchange above, just in general.
Because she’s always had a memory like a steel trap – dude, that lady’s mind was razor sharp my whole life – but lately, she’s been forgetting things more than she’s ever done in the past.
I suppose it shouldn’t be too much of a surprise for me seeing as I’m already in my 50s and she’s in her 80s but it’s still hard to accept.
Everything is harder to accept these days.
But more on that in the next entry.
Location: earlier tonight in LIC, wondering if the homeless guy was gonna throw a large rock at us
Mood: full, so full
Music: If you could see it then you’d understand (Spotify)
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