For the Love of a Burger and my Mom

Jane's mom, the queen of answering machine messages.

Jane's mom, the queen of answering machine messages.


I made my mom cry on New Year's Eve.

It all began with a phone message from my mom claiming a friend had told her about the best burgers in town. Some of you may remember, my mom is the queen of answering machine messages. There had to be five messages referring to the burger joint in one week's time. At age 90, my mom is still quick on phone calling and leaving long messages.

It took me a while to figure out that the place my mom was talking about was actually called Best Burgers. My family has been staunch Kopp's burger supporters for years. I assumed all these burger messages meant I should go home, pick up my mom, and take her for a burger. I'm a bad vegetarian when it comes to Kopp's Burgers and my mom.

Eight telephone calls later, including messages and actual conversations, I was on my way to my mom's for a burger date. After driving the three-and-a-half hours, I called my mom to tell her I was almost there, and she said, “Oh, Janie, I can't go out. I'm tired. I've been working on my will all day. It's exhausting.”


I have acquired a habit of chanting this simple syllable when I'm feeling frustrated. I've picked up this calming habit from years of dealing with a mom who can be difficult. I'm sure she'd say I'm difficult, but that's another story.

I once woke up and decided I'd ride my bike to my mom's house to surprise her with a visit. I called her and told her with excitement to expect me in three days! When I finally arrived, tired, hot, and proud of the journey, she wouldn't answer the door. Later when I called, she scolded me, saying, “You shouldn’t be riding your bike that far.”


*Follow Jane on her Facebook page called, Not a Perfect Fit. Occasionally Jane shares the full story!

Originally Published January 12th, 2017 in the Crawford County Independent & Kickapoo Scout