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Posted by: Connie Bottinelli   |   4/29/2011   |   Florida

Mom, I never thanked you for this.

I’m 63 years old, and today I cooked homemade rolled oatmeal for myself, for the first time in my life. I had no idea it took so long and needed so much of my attention. Made me wonder if it’s worth it. I’ve made instant oatmeal – it was for Mom during the last few months of her life, when she stayed at my sister's. It was smooth, creamy and 1 minute in the microwave. As I spooned this homemade, 20 minute version into my bowl, there was a moment that hit me hard – transported me back to when I was a little girl. There were lumps in it – just like the oatmeal Mom used to make for me – the oatmeal she would stand over for 20 minutes in her chenille bathrobe and slippers, constantly stirring to keep it smooth, with my toddler sister weaving around her legs. She started early enough in the morning, so I could sit down and eat a hot breakfast without rushing, before I went to school. The steaming bowl of homemade rolled oats oatmeal was put in front of me, laced with brown sugar and cinnamon, a small pitcher of milk to add for desired thickness -- and I saw a lump. “EWWW! I don’t want it. It’s lumpy!” That was my reaction. Nice. I don’t remember her reaction, probably “shut up and eat it”. But, I sit here, 55 years later, finishing the last cold spoonful of my breakfast, and want to thank her for the steaming, fragrant, homemade oatmeal, lumps and all.


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