Today marks five months since my mom passed away.
Something I will always remember about her occurred to me earlier today when I went to brush my teeth and saw that I was out of toothpaste. No, seriously.
I don’t know if this is an “asian” thing or what, but my mom always, always, ALWAYS stocked up on EVERYTHING. And by everything, I mean one’s daily necessities, such as shampoo, conditioner, soap, cotton balls, Q-tips, toothbrushes, and of course, toothpaste.
Oh, that’s not all. Also, she would stock up on tissues, toilet paper, paper towels, detergent, school supplies, sandwich bags, bedding – I think you get the gist. If one of my toys needed new batteries – BAM! Mom would be right to my rescue with a fresh, new pair of double A’s.
I never questioned as to why she would keep her own personal stock of the aforementioned necessities; while growing up, I just figured that all moms were like that, and it became the norm for me and my family. And now that I look back on that extra effort my mom made to make sure we were always stocked up on those supplies, I appreciate it so much more now. Especially on the days when I run out of toothpaste.