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My mother's agenda
My mother’s agenda
The first image that comes to my mind when the sun was just coming through my window on this summer vacations is my mother sitting on her black chair with her pajamas still on writing in her wood-brownish desk. Some can call it diary, others journal, others daybook, or even daily record, but my mother call it agenda. Since she was a teenager she posses an agenda which she changes every year after New Year’s Eve. Sometimes blue, sometimes green, sometimes red, sometimes orange, the color can vary and also the content, but the way she writes is always the same. The content may change depending on the day, the season, and on my mother’s mood. I remember when I was little, my mother almost never let me see what she was writing and I thought she was writing about her feelings, but what I have seen, basically are birthdays, where she has gone, what does she has done, what does she ate, even at which time she has done it. I have noticed that it is not a write-about-her-feelings agenda it is just for general organization which I find very interesting. I guess there are about thirty agendas stored in her closet and I will love to read them someday so I can have an idea of how my mother was when she was my age. I can still recall my last summer; it was at New York City, walking down the street with fresh wind in my face, lights everywhere. My family and I were having dinner at a three-floor building with Times Square at the height of our eyes. My mother was carrying her agenda, but still having a conversation with us. In that precise moment I started remembering that she always carry her agenda to all of our trips, I guess I can say it is her most valuable material thing. It has been part of her since many years now and it is what represents her the most. I love to see her write because I can sense that she is enjoying it and she is always with this concentrated face similar to a tiger when it is stalking its prey. She may not be John Locke or Karl Marx, which were great philosophers, but her writing is extraordinary. She is a very organized woman, she always has been and this four-side object is a clear example of it.
