I miss my mother most at five o’clock.
When I was a kid and came home after school, the TV was my babysitter — Gilligan’s Island at 3:30 followed by The Brady Bunch followed by The Partridge Family — until five o’clock came and it was time to do the few chores my mother had left for me (as fast as possible) before she got home. I stayed with my grandparents in the summers. My mother, if she was working the right shift, the good 7 to 3 shift, would sit for an hour or so at the kitchen table with my grandmother, drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes and gossiping, until we went home, just the 2 of us, around five. As a teenager, I would dink around with friends after school, knowing I had to be home by five, that my mother would be waiting for me to help her with supper. It was our time, our hour or two in the kitchen, just the two of us, before her new farmer husband came in from working in the field and the night became all about him.
I miss my mother most at five o’clock.
I remember being in my 20s, away from my hometown and working in cubicles and traveling all over the country. Feeling successful, but untethered. I called my mother at the end of most workdays. Hey mom, what are you doing? Nothing, what are you doing? Going to grab some food, you? Making supper. When I got married, became a mom, and quit my job — all in about a 6 month span — I’d find myself in the kitchen alone around five, trying to figure out how to make a not-boring, edible dinner for my family of four. Husband not home from work; kids doing homework or watching “The Simpsons”; and me pulling random items from the refrigerator. I’d pour a glass of wine and call my mother. Hey, mom, what are you doing? Making supper. Me, too, what are you making? Chicken. How are you making it? Well … fried of course! And we would laugh.
I miss my mother most at five o’clock.
In my mid-30s, I remember thinking that one good thing about having a sick mother was that she was always home, always there, to answer on the first ring. I would start dinner, pour a glass of wine, and dial. Hey mom, what are you doing? Nothing, what are you doing? Making dinner. What are you making? She was no longer able to cook, so she cooked vicariously through me. Sometimes I lied and pretended I was making things I had no clue how to make — Chicken Cordon Bleu — to change up the conversation, to give us something else to talk about besides doctor appointments and inhalers and the shortening of time. I’d even make up the ingredients, the steps, the ease of making something new; anything to distract us, to entertain. All chicken, I would say, doesn’t need to be fried!
I miss my mother most at five o’clock.
These days, when my husband and I decide we’re getting fat and it’s time to cut back, he will suggest skipping dinner. Often I’ll agree: what a great idea that is, we can just have a little snack, nothing big, you’re right. But I never follow through. I blame it on the clock. On time. It doesn’t matter if it’s winter or summer, daylight savings or dark by five, I pour my glass of wine and open the refrigerator door, ready to finish off the day the only way I know how. It’s five o’clock. What are you doing? Making dinner.
Beautiful, and haunting.
Thank you, Kathryn.
A deep connection to your mother–I miss my mother, too…the good memories flood the feelings of missing her.
I agree completely.
Oh Teri. Such a lump in my throat. I had so many of the same conversations with my mother — “what are you cooking for dinner?” “Ham and potatoes.” “Me too!” I’d give alot to have another one.
Mary Lynne, I think so many of us women (girls) have this with our mothers. We cooked and talked about food when we could not, or would rather not, talk about what was going on around us.
I miss mine to, so much.
So well written Teri….tugged at my heart strings……my mom was always making dinner at 5 too….we always ate about 5:30 when we were growing up…….I missed her as I started to read this, btu then I miss her all the time…my dad too and his “I’m home girls” as we all came running to the door to greet him…….xxxxxx
I think of Joan Didion writing about how they made fires in the evening. Fires meant they were home, they’d drawn the circle, they were safe. The 5 o’clock hour is exactly that.
This is so touching. You make me want to be different with my mother and my daughters. I suck at checking each day. I don’t know why it doesn’t occur to me to do it, but I’m going to try it and see if it becomes habit. I think there’s much to be gained from making that connection each day.
I’ve been thinking exactly the same thing.
ahhh, teri, now i miss your mom too. i can’t help thinking of her reading this and smiling, finding joy in your memories — and, i say that knowing her only through your words, but damn – what words they are!
Of course I didn’t realize it back then, that we had a routine, but I see it now, looking back.
Beautiful Teri. Lump in my throat too.
This was so poignant.
Back when I was working in one of those cubicles you mention above, my phone on my desk rang and showed my mother’s number on the display. I was busy and mumbled,”Ah, she can wait.”
Another day she called and I almost (almost) had the same reaction, except this time, for some reason, this thought popped in my head, “one of these days that number will never show up again.”
Since then, I’ve tried to answer her calls, even if it’s just to say, “I have to call you back.”
After my mother was gone, I tried to fit others into that slot, like my MIL. I soon learned that nobody on this earth will ever be as interested in me as my mother. I can be on the phone with MIL for 2 hours and she never even asks how I’m doing — not her fault, just a reality. I’m not hers.
What a great blog! Your mom is so lucky to have a daughter in you! Life sometime can be too short, enjoy each day!
5:00 is a good reminder, for sure … at least for me. 😉
A lovely mix of nostalgia and memories of your life together. My mum was a great cook no a fantastic cook. Her chocolate cake was infamous mine were sadly lacking but since her death they improved and the running joke is she is giving me tips from above.
It took me about a decade after her death, but I believe I’ve finally got my mother’s dumplings down.
I still can’t cook as good as my mother did. She left at such a young age, I still talk5to her the only difference is I can’t hear her voice. I know we will be in a kitchen together again when its my time to leave.
This is a beautiful post and speaks to me because I call my mom every day at 5 o’clock…and when I get a busy signal, I keep trying till whomever she is talking to leaves my time slot! 😉
It’s such a strange time of day. The day over; night not yet begun.
Yes….My mom is 3 hours ahead so I always laugh when she says, “Good Night”
Yes Mom…Good Night….
No one can replace a mother..
I’ve tried to call others, even other mothers, at 5. No dice.
I know how it is to miss a mother..
This may be the most beautiful thing I’ve read today. Congrats on being freshly pressed and say hello to your newest follower!
Very well written! Nice use of that repeated imagery.
I loved that.
Your post hit me squarely in between the eyes, as well as your comment later about how you’ve tried to “replace” her with your MIL only to realize that she doesn’t ask about you. I have had the same thing…my sisters come the closest to taking mom’s place but really, they have lives of their own they want to share. Whenever I asked mom what she was doing she would so…I’m drawing a blank…tell me about you. Gosh I miss her.
This was beautiful. My mother passed nine years this month. It’s still hard. Thank you for sharing. Hope it gives you peace to write these stories.
Oh it’s beautiful 🙂
Beautiful story! A tear to my eye. Thank you for sharing your 5 o’clock.
You so made me cry. Mom is still with us, but going downhill. I relate so well with your experience. Thanks for sharing.
Grateful for the kindness in your relationship, thank you
This is so impactful. Although I cannot relate to the relationship you have with your mother, I get the feelings of warmth and comfort and ease and instantly becaome a little jelly 😉
Very nice piece.
I loved that! So touching ♥
What a beautiful story. I really enjoyed reading it!
Stunning peice, wonderfull.written
So beautifully written. I miss my mother all the time, but it’s true, its in the little things and times that it hits me the most!
Teri, you and your mom grabbed my attention even after I finished reading this post. Am super touched !
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Wow,it’s so awesome!
Hi Teri – you brought me back to a simpler time in life and a reminder of how fast we all go through the stages of life. We should reflect often on those things that matter the most to us…before they are gone.
What a beautiful tribute to your mother!! Very bittersweet. I am so sorry for your loss. But aren’t you grateful that you had such a Mommy-Mom? I know I am. It’s a gift that never stops giving.
Beautifully written! Thank you.
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I love this.
As others have commented, this is beautiful!
I’ve been thinking about my late mum a lot lately. How apt it is to come across your beautiful post. Now in my 50s I find myself doing so many little things she used to do around the house, and liking it! Thanks for writing this.
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My mum is a doctor and her shift ends at 6pm.. everyday at 5pm, 10 minutes after I reach home from college, she calls from the hospital and orders me to eat whatever it is that she had cooked earlier and kept in the fridge.
Your post sent me into a sudden panic, because I realized that in two years I’ll be away at a university and my mum will no longer call me at 5.
Nevertheless, this is beautiful.
Nice writing skills ♥
I loved this story because it felt familiar. It felt like home. Thank you for that.
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I grew up in the 70’s. It was a day and age when elementary school aged kids got up early, ate breakfast and ran out the front door of their suburban homes, hopped on their Schwinn bikes and headed out for the day to meet up with friends who lived down the block or around the corner. Or, across the way into the next neighborhood.
There were softball, baseball and kickball games played on dirt lots in neighborhoods that were not quite completely developed yet, making for great meeting spaces. …..”I’ll meet you on the dirt lot” …
We played four-square on driveways where we drew the lines for the game in chalk. There was tether-ball and hopscotch and tag. There were always groups of boys in the neighborhood playing basketball at each others houses. The basketball nets were mounted off of the part of the roof that hung over the garage.
There were no computers or cell phones. There was no cable TV or MTV. Gameboys, Video Gaming and X-box systems were still many years away from being created by Microsoft. In fact, there was no Microsoft. Bill Gates was an unknown name. And Apple, well, that was a fruit you ate. We played outdoor everyday, all day long, often not showing up back home again until supper time.
For the most part, our moms stayed home and our Dads went to work. Later, as we grew into our Jr High years, some of the Mom’s started going back to work to help pay the high cost of raising a big family. And, families were big back then. Or, seemed to be. Maybe it was because I grew up in a mainly Irish or Italian, catholic area. Most of my friends came from families of at least 4 – 5 kids. And, it was not unusual to have friends that had 6 or 7 siblings.
Those were good days. Simple. Carefree. Easy. They were days when you formed unbreakable, life-long bonds with friends.
There were strong family bonds and daily routines that help to cement the family together. Chores on the weekends. Getting home from school, having a snack, playing outside for a while with friends or watching one of the 4 channels on TV we had. Then, helping out by starting dinner before your Mom got home from work. Dinner in my home was always promptly at 6pm. Every night.
These simple times, these family bonds, were all tools that helped to form the adults we are today. They strengthened the ties between Dad and sons, as well as Moms and daughters. The family structure was well built and strong. I miss those easy days.
I ran across a blog this week that brought back memories of the 70’s flooding back. They made me think about my siblings and friends from the old neighborhood, as well as my parents. Especially my Mom. Our bond was unshakable. We were close. Not so much through the teen years, which in my eyes, is a normal part of growing up, but more so after I left for college and especially when I got married and we lived states apart. I miss my siblings and my parents. These days, I miss my Mom. So much so that I find myself thinking about her day and night. So when I read this blog Im about to share, I smiled. I realized that those ties between a Mom and Daughter are never broken. The bond between a Mother and child is universal. And deep.
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Beautiful. Imaging to hug my mom extra tomorrow when we go to my sister in law’s baby shower. Thank you.
So beautifully written!
This really his home. 5:00 was the magic hour to be home and eat dinner. In the fall, the streetlights would start to come on and I knew to be home. It’s hard to give up that magic dinner hour, even as I get older. Due to our busy lives as a family, our magic hour is closer to 6:00. But as I’m making dinner each night around 5:00, I think of my mother. I miss her every day. Great post!
Beautiful story. Five o’clock…the magical time of day when memories are created and held dear in our hearts…our thoughts and feelings of how we handled the business of the day, all our shortcomings, all our successes, conveyed to our mothers.
beautiful, so so beautiful.
Wow. So beautiful because it’s so real.
Beautiful. I sometimes, in the busyness of life, forget how meaningful small rituals like that can be. Thank you for reminding me to make more of them happen for my children.
What a great memory. It’s beautiful.
I read this thinking gosh a mother’s life can be so interesting… As a new mom I feel like as a kid I was a horrible daughter because now I have a glimpse of what
It’s like to be in her shoes… Becoming a mom has helped me to cherish my own
This is beautiful. It makes me miss family dinners and simpler times of childhood dependence. Will definitely forward this on to my mother.
I got teary-eyed reading this. So touching and a nice reminder to appreciate life.
how sweet. the bliss of reverie and the comfort of memories! had a smile throughout the read and even later….beautiful. 🙂 thank you for sharing!
This one seeps into your skin and flows out through your eyes. Well-written!
Just beautiful. Reminds me of phone calls with my father. He was confined to a reclining chair when his legs gave out due to congestive heart failure and his refuge was the telephone. He loved to call us (his adult four daughters) on the telephone. My sisters would often comment that they felt guilty for rushing him off the phone when they were busy, as he often called for no reason. But I never hung up first. Each day he called, he asked one question above all…”Have you seen any beasties today Kath?” “Beasties” was a Scottish term of endearment for any living animal, which he loved one and all. My home overlooks a beautiful flat nature preserve and there would often be flocks of wild turkeys in our yard. My father adored the turkeys. I miss my father most when I see wild turkeys.
I feel the same, although for me it’s Fridays. As she got older, I would pick her up on Fridays and we would zip out to Walmart for a “few” items. Two hours later, I’d drop her off with bags filling the back seat of things she didn’t really need, and I’d go home with the trunk full. It wasn’t so much about needing items, but now I see it was the time spent. She passed away in APRIL, on a Friday. Ever since, Fridays have been, and continue to be the hardest day of the week, with little to no enjoyment for me. I miss her every minute of every day. Your story is lovely and heartwarming.
So nostalgic :’)
This is sweet.
really nice writing style…..and the photograph suits the mood really well!
The comfort of memories of our moms. Thank you for sharing….
This was so sweet. You are so blessed to have that kind of bond with your mother. I hope I can have such a great bond with my children. Thank you for posting!
This brought tears here and made me sure miss my mother. I often feel closest to my deceased mother when I’m in the kitchen, especially when I’m cooking with her dishes, using her rolling pin, making one of her recipes, or holding an old pot holder of hers. I miss calling her too.
You’re writing is beautiful.
That is ultra-sweet. 🙂 I miss the smell of Clorox and spaghetti on Monday afternoons when I would come home from school. The Clorox would smack me in the face when I walked in from the -20 below weather outside to inside where it smelled of Mom. I used to call her every weekend … unlike the rest of the siblings … ah Mom 🙂
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I miss my Mom most whenever I think of her … which is quite often. But Clorox and spaghetti sauce or beef soup will bring her memory back to me quickly also.
Aw, now I miss my Mom too. We were the Gilmore Girls
Oh this is beautiful♡♡♡♡♡
What a coincidence to see your post at this time of the year when I miss my mom most. What you wrote is just beautiful.
Thanks for all of your lovely comments, everyone. Here’s to you, and your mothers.
I have a lump in my throat. What a beautiful post. I miss having my mom as close as the end of the phone line. She was my greatest cheerleader and I still find myself wanting to pick up the phone to share my news after 3 years have gone by.
How can you miss something you never had? Easy. I never had a relationship like this with my mother OR father. I can’t say I miss my mom or will miss my dad, any more than I would miss any other relative that has passed. But I sure miss a relationship like this!
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I love this. Make memories with your children. Being a parent is so pivotal to growth. This brought tears to my eyes.
I wish my mom and I had been this close. What a wonderful, if heartbreaking memory.
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Family ties, feels and works like magic.
What a delightful, heartfelt read. Thank you for sharing.
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What I find so inetiestrng is you could never find this anywhere else.
What a beautiful tribute this article is to your mother
My mother and I, we don’t have a time, but we always say, I love you, even when we fight, we always end everything on a good note. Thank you for reminding me, to continue to love my mother. : )
Love this so incredibly much! Brought tears to my eyes
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A fantastic read. I also lost my mother when I was young. My baby was 6 months old. I miss her when I enjoy my grandchildren as she never could enjoy hers. I think I now have a blog inspired by yours. I do hope life is kind to you now. I love your posts!
This post is really special. It captured something beautiful and timeless. When I go to the grocery store I take my grandmother with me. She went to Heaven years ago, but there she is with me as I push the cart, laughing and telling me her little secrets about what I should buy. This post touched me that same way.
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Wonderful blog post.Thank you just for making this kind of insightful posting and informative us with the feelings.I really hope you are going to proceed this great work in future also.