A couple of days ago, LindaO’Connell at Write from the Heart wrote about bumbershoots, or umbrellas. This
made me smile, and not just because of the fun word. Whenever I think of
umbrellas, I think of my mother and the way she was always trying to foist one
off onto me.
When I was younger, I loathed
umbrellas. They were clunky, dorky things that only nerds carried. They were
second only to the rubbers we used to have to wear to protect our shoes from
getting wet. Whenever a boy would pick me up for a date and it was raining out,
I would rush out the door as fast as possible thanks to absolute terror that my
rather naïve mother might caution me to be sure and take rubbers. She never
did, thank heavens, but she sometimes called after me to take an umbrella.
Even when I was an adult, my
mother persisted in giving me umbrellas, often disguised as gifts. I thanked
her and stashed them away—usually under my car seat. It was only after she died
that I noticed the way they sometimes came rolling out from under my seat when
it was raining, and this time, instead of feeling annoyed at those incessant
umbrellas, I smiled.
When my daughter went to France,
and later off to college, I presented her with an umbrella. I could tell by the
look on her face that it would never get used, but as her mother, I felt an
obligation to pass along the tradition, not unlike passing a torch.
A few years ago, I started
actually using the umbrellas. I am not cool, and I no
longer care. In fact, the rejection of coolness is at the
heart of the matter on a literal level as well. It’s not that I care so much
about looking like a drowned rat when I go someplace, but I hate being damp and
cold.
Funny it’s only now that I really
get the message: I will shield you. I’ve
got you covered. These days, umbrellas make me smile.
How did your mother manage to
humiliate you?
Tammy--
ReplyDeleteFirst, I think this would make a wonderful story for Sasee. There's a powerful emotional layer under your umbrella story...as usual.
My mother tried her best to make me into a "girlie girl." Dresses with dropped waists and ribbon sashes. Shiny shoes and curled hair. I hated it...
Thanks so much for the suggestion, Sioux! I think that girlie thing was in the manual in those days. You just reminded me about those pink sponge rollers. Ack!
ReplyDeleteMy mom was always game for a public spit-bath. Thumb, saliva...the Germ-X of my generation.
ReplyDeleteEww! I forgot about the Mom-spit. My mother used it like "Dippity Doo" to plaster down the bangs she'd cut so short, they stuck out from my head in choppy spikes.
DeleteMy mom cut my bangs! This story has hidden depth and would make a great CS or Sasee story.
ReplyDeleteHow could I have forgotten the bangs?! Probably a coping mechanism. I still vaguely remember my dad exclaiming, "Ye gads, the child's been scalped!" Thanks for the reminder. I think.
DeleteThe WWWPs are SO right - a GREAT story idea! The first thing my mom gave me for my recent trip to Paris was... an umbrella.
ReplyDeleteMy grandmother (her mom) used to wear the little clear, plastic "bonnets" (remember those?) when it was raining. Thankfully, my mom has yet to perch one of those on her head!
I do remember those! Like baggies for the head! And they even came in cute little plastic tubes to fit in your purse. Thank heavens I don't think anyone makes them anymore!
DeleteI don't think anyone truly appreciates an umbrella until they reach adulthood and develop moisure-inspired frizzy hair issues.
ReplyDeletePat
Critter Alley
Good point, Pat!
DeleteI don't think anyone truly appreciates an umbrella until they reach adulthood and develop moisure-inspired frizzy hair issues.
ReplyDeletePat
Critter Alley
So glad I'm not the only one who "didn't have enough sense to come out of the rain" as a kid. I refused the use of umbrellas, too, citing the "cool factor." These days I keep an umbrella in my car -- getting wet midday is not my idea of a good time these days. How do I embarrass my kids? Every way I can. LOL
ReplyDeleteLOL!!! Good for you. A little parental-embarrassment is a character builder.
DeleteWhat a charming essay. My mom cut my bangs the day before picture day, and it looked like she used pinking shears.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Donna. Your mom and mine must've attended the same beauty school!
DeleteI always hated when my mom told me to bring an umbrella to school. Ugh. I think we were too poor to have rubbers, which was a good thing! VO5 was my mother's choice of hair calming.
ReplyDeleteOh, who could forget VO5?! Although it may have been better than Dippety-Doo, which I think was the precursor to super glue. Your hair felt to plasti-coated, I was sort of afraid it would break if it got bent.
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