Back in September, I posted that mom had become a KitKat junkie and I was her dealer. She had a bad habit in the eyes of the clean-eating weirdos who eat lacto-fermented foods, drink kefir water and have a salad (organic greens only) every day for lunch.
Oh, wait a minute, I guess I’m that weirdo.
Anyhow, mom broke her habit today. She handed me the half-eaten bag of KitKats I bought her three weeks ago and declared, “I don’t like these. You take them home.” I insisted that she loved KitKats, to which she replied, “No I don’t.”
The KitKat bag was thrust in my face.
I was taken aback and out of a job. A dealer no more.
But wait a minute! Where one habit ends, another one begins. Several weeks ago, I bought mom a bag of Starlight peppermint candies – the round white and red discs that many restaurant give out with the dinner check. (It’s their extremely cheap way of saying “thank you for spending your hard-earned money at our fine establishment.” ) Mom asked for this candy after savoring one of these fine mints at our usual lunch location in town. Evidently, the sugar of a peppermint trumps the sugar of milk chocolate and wafer.
What is the world coming to?
Anyhow, today’s visit with mom proved to be one replete with repetitive questions: “What day is it? What time is it? Why don’t you go to Catholic church? When is Easter? When is Mother’s Day? When is your brother coming to visit? Did you go get those mints yet?” She asked that last question with impatience, often, as if I was just laying around, doing nothing…not paying her bills or fiddling with a hearing aid that appears to be in need of repair. I believe mom was in withdrawal. I’m not sure how long she had gone without.
“Yes, mom, I’ll go in a minute.”
So, I finished writing a check to the pharmacy and left to do her bidding. Just as it was important, at one time, to have KitKats, mom now desires Starlight peppermint candy. It’s not an awful habit, most likely better than the KitKat habit – less sugar and calories for someone who consistently tells me she needs to lose weight while squeezing the spare tire around her waist. It’s a habit that keeps her occupied for a few moments, gives her a taste that hasn’t gone away with age, and lets her hold onto something she enjoys.
Plus, I can still be her dealer.
PS: Natasha says mom is going to ask for KitKats again in a few weeks when she forgets she doesn’t like them. I’m taking bets.