I woke this morning to remnants of a dream floating almost out of reach. My mom was in the dream, along with me and someone else I can’t quite place. We were talking about modern kitchen tools. Specifically the discussion centered on how the latest electric frying pan had a searing function to keep meat juicy. Trust me I have no idea how that would work in a frying pan or why my brain came up with this concept.
In my dream I recalled my mom’s electric frying pan, the one she took with us when we camped, the old pan without a nonstick surface that had to be scrubbed after each use. I asked Mom if it had any special features, and whether I could read the manual. “A manual” she exclaimed, “a manual? You’re kidding right? I’ve had that old frying pan for over twenty years. If there ever was a manual I have no idea where it is now.”
As I began to wake from the dream I thought about my own electric frying pan, newer, with a surface that keeps the worst burned food from sticking. And I realize that in twenty years I won’t know whether there had ever been a manual either; in fact I probably won’t even know where the frying pan is. I woke doing the math and was startled. In twenty years I will be older than my mother ever was. Huh. That’s an odd concept – to be older than my mom. It took me a few minutes to digest.
Two weekends ago I went to a wedding that happened to be on my mom’s birthday. I was sitting next to a college roommate at the reception, a woman I’ve known for over thirty years. She mentioned that it was her mom’s birthday. I was incredulous. All these years we never realized our mothers shared a birthday.
So I’ve been missing my mom and I guess this dream was a way for us to have a visit of sorts, though I would choose something more interesting than an electric frying pan to discuss if I ever had the chance to talk with her. I think. On the other hand that frying pan held good memories.
This morning I lay in bed for a few extra seconds, remembering. Then I hugged the dog and began to get ready for another day. Tonight maybe I’ll make dinner in my electric frying pan.
And talk to my mom about the old days.