My mom is a “selective shopper” and she knows it. There would be no quick grabs, no fast decisions — patience would be my middle name on this shopping trip. I bought a pizza paddle, a few shirts and Mom, after multiple tries at buying shoes, left empty-footed. We made it back to my house by 7 p.m., unloaded the car, poured some wine and had a late dinner.
The following day we bonded over more shoes in Lord and Taylor — again with no success, grabbed an iced coffee, and then headed home to meet my husband and Dad for dinner. It wasn’t until the next morning that I truly felt the impact of the road trip. As I stood in the kitchen waiting for the troops to assemble for a breakfast in Portsmouth, my mom slowly walked by me, stopped and gently grabbed me around the waist, laying her head lovingly on my shoulder.
Road trippin’ with my mom — it was a simple idea that produced dozens of memories. Together we drove, we shopped, we hiked, we ate, we talked, we laughed — it was three days full of unique experiences that culminated with one tender moment — a simple hug that told the entire story without the utterance of a single word.
Kathy Gates Milewski lives in Merrimac.