There’s Blue Hair In The Meatballs
I am a good mother and even better mother-in-law. (Isabel, my daughter-in-law, rolls her eyes as I read this blog to her.) When my son, Chet, his wife, Isabel and their daughter, Mia, and son, Chetty, moved up to Pittsburgh from El Paso, TX this past March, I wanted to make sure I would be seen as the best of everyone they had left behind.
Isabel comes from an amazingly close family where every day her mother would be there to help with the children, cook exactly the wonderful Mexican food they all loved and called Isabel daily even when they lived together. How lucky they were to be so close in every way. However, Chet wanted more possibilities for a position at one of the top hospitals in the nation, UPMC Children’s in Pittsburgh, PA to further his career as a Bio/Med Tech. The salaries in El Paso were much lower than what he could find in Pittsburgh. The wonderful news for us, his family living north of Pittsburgh, was that they would be moving up sometime in early 2016.
Mia, was 8 years old at the time and Chetty, was 2. When they arrived Isabel’s mom, Blanca, was with them to help with the 26-hour drive. I kicked into overdrive to make sure I had food for them when they arrived and did whatever I could to be helpful as they moved into the condo I had found down the hill from where I live. I told them I’d make a pot of Italian sauce every Monday to help out. It’s important to note that I’ve been coloring my hair a combination of blue, hunter green and sometimes burgundy for over three years now. Just one of those creative inspirations I had to see how it looked. I loved it right away and love it still.
One Monday, I was embarrassed to tell Isabel that I had used store bought meatballs in the sauce. With my attention seeking at it’s best, I was sure she would give me praises for all that I did for them. Isabel is hysterical and honest to a fault. I love her. She’s perfect for my son and her children. No nonsense. I am all nonsense. Instead of heaping me with the accolades I was ready to receive, she said, “I know when you make the meatballs because I usually find a blue hair or two in them.”
Debra Whittam is the author of “I'm I Going to be Ok?" For any media inquiries or questions please contact: Contact@DebraWhittam.com