I am laying on my stomach on the water bed, sucking my thumb while holding my teddy’s arm in the same hand, inhaling the calming scent of the raggedy toy. I take my other hands and stick it under the corner of the sheets so I can feel the warm, plastic squish of the mattress. I’ve been told repeatedly not to do this very thing for fear of causing a leak, it is a secret mild naughtiness I enjoy. I’m watching the space shuttle on TV but wishing it were cartoons or a game show.
“Jill!!! Make milk while we’re gone!” my mother yells over the TV. We drink powdered milk in my house until I am a senior in high school. An awkward thing to explain to friends and a chunky bland taste I can still get in mouth as I write this.
A cat jumps up on the bed and causes me to bounce across the waves. Today just my mom and I are going to the mall. An actress from Sesame Street is making an appearance and I can’t wait. Previously when I’ve been to the mall to see someone it’s been Santa and I sit on his lap. I assume I will probably sit on her lap too, but she will tell me about Big Bird instead of asking me what I want for Christmas.
“Jill!!” My mother once again yells over the TV, “Did you vacuum yesterday?”
“I already told you I did!” Jill yells back, I squeeze and release the warm plastic mattress but keep my hands buried deep. I know I am supposed to be interested in the shuttle but can I turn the channel without making my mom mad?
The yelling in our house is constant except for when my siblings are at school and my step dad is watching me while my mother sleeps before or after her night shift. I love hanging out with my step dad running errands, reading books and watching our favorite movie “Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory”, but I often miss my mom. Not today though. Today I am watching her get ready and then just her and I are going to the mall.
“Mom!!! Nick won’t let me watch my show and called me stupid!”
My mom rolls her eyes. She is naked in front of the mirror and my eyes go from the shuttle on the TV to my mother’s body. I notice her sagging breasts and surgery scars. My mother applies heavy bright blue eye shadow with her long bony ring covered fingers, her butterfly necklace gleams in the light and sways around her neck. Someday I will be just like my mother I think. I will have large nipples and spend time putting on makeup and picking my hair. I hope to be as beautiful as she is. I hope to smell as wonderful as her (thick 80’s perfume is fills the room).
“Are you even watching the launch, Amy?” She asks, noticing me looking at her in the mirror.
“Yes” I say without taking my thumb out of my mouth, spit pooling around my thumb.
“Take it out, I can’t understand you” My thumb makes a pluck sound as I pull it out, I swallow and again say “Yes”, though this time quietly while looking up into the reflection of her green eyes.
She walks to me, bends down towards the bed, I watch the butterfly’s green and orange wings dance as she kisses my forehead. She is still naked and water drips down onto me.
“I love you, Amy Jan” she smiles and walks back to the mirror.
I remember very little of the actual trip to the mall but I’m pretty sure I didn’t sit on the actress’ lap. I did however get a yellow feather I believed to be an actual Big Bird feather for far longer than what is probably healthy. I find myself wishing I had that feather as a memento for this vivid memory of a small moment of connection with a mother who I resented most of my life. A mother I never got to know who loved her daughter Amy Jan more than I really ever appreciated or acknowledged.