by Anna Och
I don’t get to see my mother a lot, as we have different schedules. I have school and she has her job at the casino, her job at the township, and her campaign for a bigger township role. The moments we have together are usually spent being the weirdest people on the block. Between the two of us we have many stories of our chicken adventures, like the time we had to bathe a chicken to make it lay an egg or the time mom hatched an egg in her bra because the mother abandoned it. It’s stories like these that give my relationship with my quirky mom depth.
When I campaign for her we usually go door to door. She loves meeting everyone in the township and traveling to the houses she’s never seen up close. She approaches every door with an interesting way of greeting the household and always has something new to say to hold the interests of the many different kinds of people in our area. Often you find her off the topic of her boring township work, reciting the life stories of the chickens in our backyard, or telling of her tale of her walk on the beach the afternoon before. It doesn’t matter to her whether she’s off topic or not, she’ll still keep talking
Whether she gets elected or not it wouldn’t bother me. If she wins I’ll see her even less, but I know she’s doing what is right for this township. If she doesn’t win I’ll see her about four days a week instead of two days a week. Those two extra days may not seem like much, but for me its forty eight more hours with the talkative, quirky, chicken-loving woman I am proud to call my Mom.