My mom is a university professor. She is also Mikey and Nico’s “Bu” (pronounced Boo), which is short for abuela, the Spanish word for grandmother. (I assume everyone already knows this, but 8 weeks ago I discovered I was one of three people on earth who didn’t know Christian fiction existed so, maybe not?)
Bu is always babysitting, buying treats, and making the boys food I would never let them eat, and, frankly, the boys were getting a wee bit comfortable with the idea that she was put on this earth to satisfy their every whim. We decided that Friday would be the perfect time to take them to the university and show them she has an existence beyond feeding them raviolis and oreo cookies.
Fact: The day my mom leaves the house without wearing a blazer, scarf, and 2 inch heels is the day the earth counter-rotates.
So we made the trek and climbed up the stairs to her office. Some faster than others.
Some of us were so fast that their mother had to call up the stairwell and say, “Second floor, buddy. Second floor.”
I was pleased to reach my mom’s office and see that her office, no matter the decade or university, continues to reflect her personal style: Hyperbaric Chamber with a touch of Old World panache.
I didn’t have the heart to tell her that the notebook in her in box was 32.56 degrees off center. She was just too tickled to show off her digs to the boys, and they were equally enthralled.
In every office, in every home, and in every purse there is a rosary. They will forever remind me of my mom. One day I won’t have her to tease or pull my hair out over, and I am confident the sight of one will cause me to burst into tears spontaneously. The same goes for books with black plastic binders stored horizontally.
I remember visiting my dad’s office as a child and being very taken with the knick-knacks on display. They all seemed very important, like awards bestowed upon you when you became an adult. Also bestowed upon you: taxes and a mortgage.
If I had an office in the trees, I doubt I would get much work done. I would, however, would be quite knowledgeable on the local bird population.
The trip was short. After so many years teaching, hanging out in hallowed halls has lost much of its allure for my mom. But I think, overall, the boys had a great time and left with much to think about. Chiefly: where’s Bu taking us for lunch?