Mother, Mother.. you never disappoint.
After talking to my Mother the other day she asked if I had any plans, why yes Mom, I'm actually going to my friends Wedding Shower. Wedding shower? she asks quite surprised.
"Yep, I guess I'm at that age where MY friends are getting married, having kids, you know.. growing up. Yep, everyone but meeeee!" I say half joking, half serious and depressed. And then..
"WHAT THE FUCK SAM" my mom shouts. "What is wrong with you, who are you? You need to Woman the hell up. I can't believe the shit you've been saying lately, listen, yes.. you've dated your fair share of assholes but come on Sam." She says quite exasperated. "You are strong, you never wanted to get married, you always said you wanted to be alone and enjoy your 20s and make a name for yourself." she continues.
"I know, but.. I don't know.. I'm changing, i guess" I say trying to make her understand, or make myself understand what I'm feeling.
"No, you're not, you're sad and that's okay but don't feel sorry for yourself. You'll meet someone great when the time is right, so snap the hell out of it!"
Boom, just like that.. my mom has put me back on track.
So by this point you've realized, my Mother isn't a rainbows and sunshine & coddling parent.. instead she tells it like it is.. from the age of 9 or maybe before. I used to want someone to just stroke my hair and tell me the answers to my spelling questions or tell me that I was a fucking princess and my prince charming would appear at the age of 20 or whatever those parents tell you. Instead, I got a real world, slightly bitter albeit strong sense of self from an early age and for that, I am grateful.
Sometimes you need a reality check and someone to bring you out of your damn sad bubble. For me that is my Mom. She may not be the cookie cutter Mother you imagine from your childhood..but she's my best friend. We can talk about anything and we try to talk as open and freely as possible..which is awesome, most of the time.
So, thanks Mom. Consider me, [Wo]man-ed the fuck up.
2 comments:
My mom does that too! She knows me better than I know myself. She knows my dreams and aspirations and those sometimes don't include a man.
Amber,
I'm glad there are others out there like my oh-so blunt mother. It's true, isn't it scary how mothers can pinpoint shit about us we may not even realize. Creepy.
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