The official orientation didn’t begin until 11 and not wanting to let one minute go to waste my mom suggested we go sightseeing in the meantime.
We did it all: Liberty Bell, Independence Hall, Rocky Stairs, Cheese steaks, the works.
A valid question since we had indeed flown there for her. She asked if we would be there to help her move in to her dorm.
“Of course”, my mom replied.
However, we kept sightseeing; arriving at Villanova only in time to help my sister decorate. Thanks to the kindness of strangers who felt bad for the family-less freshman, my sister had all of her boxes carried into her room.
Lucky for us the orientation wasn’t over and we still had the welcome dinner in the gym. The dinner was picnic style where you had your choice of sandwiches, chips and drinks. My mom promptly made her way through all of the sandwich lines picking up one of each; stuffing the hurriedly into her purse as if she was stockpiling for some sort of natural disaster. In went the tuna, the chicken, the ham, the cheese and the roast beef.
It wasn’t over, in went the bags of chips and sodas. Her purse reminded me of the endless bag in Mary Poppins; where on earth did she have the room?
Mortified, my sister and I refused to make eye contact with her. We pretended not to know the crazy lady with food in her purse.
As we walked my sister back to her dorm, I promptly told my mom how embarrassed I had been. I told her how it was in such bad taste to put free sandwiches in her purse.
After my rant, she turned to me and said.
“Don’t even think of asking me for a sandwich when you get hungry tonight”.
We all laughed.
She was right, not only was I hungry later, I knew better than to ask her for a sandwich.
Even know when I find myself putting random things into my purse I always think back to that day and the valuable lessons my mom taught me!
Submitted as part of Mama Kat's writing workshop.