Mom Radar

So I’m sitting in my dorm room at like 2pm on a Sunday, living off ramen and whatever questionable leftovers were in the mini fridge, when I hear a knock at my door. I open it and there’s my mom standing there with this huge cooler and that look on her face - you know the one. The ‘I KNEW you weren’t taking care of yourself’ look.

Mom Radar

She didn’t even say hello first. Just pushed past me and started unpacking containers. Tamales (still warm somehow??), rice and beans, fresh tortillas, and like six different tupperware containers I couldn’t even identify but knew would be amazing.

Tamales, rice, beans, and enough guilt to last a semester

The woman drove an hour and a half from Durham because she had a ‘feeling’ I wasn’t eating right.

And here’s the thing - she was completely right. I’ve been so stressed with clinical rotations and my pharmacology exam coming up that I’ve basically been surviving on coffee and whatever I could grab from the vending machines between classes.

First real meal in probably a week

But somehow she just KNEW. It’s like she has this built-in radar for when her kids need her.

Now my mini fridge is actually stocked with real food for the first time since… well, since the last time she did this.

Stocked for the next two weeks thanks to mama

I swear she’s psychic. Either that or she’s been talking to my roommate behind my back (which is also totally possible). Either way, I’m not complaining. Nothing says ‘I love you’ like showing up unannounced with enough food to feed a small army.