Popcorn and my mom

Last night

Scotland was away on elders quorum visits. I was watching a movie and eating popcorn. And I should probably mention that I have done this exact same thing every night this week... Scotland came home and being that he doesn't have a key to the front door, he rang the doorbell and I answered it.


Scotland: Smells like popcorn in here!

Me: That is just a figment of your imagination...

Scotland: Ok...(long pause).....Tina!

After which screeching and chasing occurred and there may have been some tickling and poking as well. I pretended to be mad. He laughed at me.


After all, I have always said my mothers daily popcorn obsession was crazy. And normally I don't like popcorn, which is why Scotland was so bewildered at my recent late night food choice. He even called my younger brother after all the hoopla was over to tell him how funny it was. And I smiled as I sat there and listened to him tell it, and thought about how much my relationship with my mom has changed.

I am 100% honest when I say that my mom is my best friend. Not that we don't both have our crazy moments, and probably our "drive each other crazy" moments as well, but we finally understand each other and generally enjoy each other's company. And that is something I have been praying for my entire life. I call her when I am happy to tell her what is going on, and I call her when I am having a hard time. She talks me through recipes, quilting problems and the occasional backyard prowler. She thinks back to when she was first married to tell me about her experiences. She gives me advice and she makes me laugh.

The moral of this (short) story?

I love my mom, prayers are answered, and the church is true!

And perhaps I will have popcorn again tonight and everything will be right in the world...