On my drive to work this morning, some radio hosts were talking about songs that make you cry. I immediately knew my song. eople called in, giving their stereotypical Wind Beneath My Wings responses (no hate to Bette, I get misty too). Butterfly Kisses made a few appearances (that song makes me want to stab myself).
My crybaby song, though?
Y’all ever seen Chipmunk Adventure? The Chipmunk movie in which the Chipmunks and Chipettes race each other around the world in hot air balloons, and unbeknownst to them, they were actually smuggling jewels for Klaus, Claudia, and Sophie the mean dog with an adorable bow?
(Me neither, obviously)
Anyway, in that movie, when the Chipettes save the baby penguin from the Arabian prince via Eleanor’s cooler, the girls decide to return him to Antarctica because (1) they don’t own a map, and (2) the baby penguin needed his mama. They sing a song to the baby penguin about how everyone needs their mamas and shitfire, I’m getting weepy even as I’m typing.
Anyway, as I was sobbing uncontrollably pulling into the parking lot, it made me think about my own mama and how much I depend on her, even as a thirty-three tear-old “grown up,” and out of nowhere, I flashed to e memory from years ago, when we were on a family vacation in Florida.
My mom and I were out on the patio of the condo eating lunch, and I noticed Mom had made her sandwich with not one, but BOTH of the heels of the loaf. Exasperated, I said, “Mom, I would have taken one of the heels.
Mom sits there, thinking for a second, and replies, “I like the heels.”
(Let’s be honest. No one REALLY likes the heels.)
I respond, “I bet you didn’t like the heels when you were my age, before you had kids.”
Implying, of course, that my arrival stole all of the good bread from her for the rest of her life.
And without missing a beat, she smiled and said, “No, because back then, my Mama liked the heels.”