Life A Conversation With My Mum
posted by November 5 at 14:25 PMon
It was 8:56 p.m. last night and my mom wouldn’t turn on the television.
She was born in Australia in 1938. Despite living here longer than she lived there, she never really became an American, by citizenship or culture. She brews tea three times a day, steeps it in a knitted tea cozy, and sips it boiling hot with a bickee. She doesn’t know what R & B stands for. American politics freak her out. But after Bush’s re-election, my mom switched her citizenship—so she could vote for a different kind of president. Here she is, caucusing for Obama in February:
“Hello?” she answered the phone last night.
“He-ey, mum. Have you been watching the election results?”
“No,” she said. She hadn’t answered a call a few minutes before, either. “I was afraid John McCain,” her voice froze, “had won.”
“Obama’s winning, mum. He’s going to win.”
“Oh, praise God. Praise God. Praise God. Praise God,” she said. “Now we praise God that someone doesn’t shoot him.”
She’s always been a worrier. But then again, she’s not the only one worrying about that sort of thing.