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Hey I remember when grinding came back in! LOL
My mom doesn’t really fit the cookie cutter image that we all love so much. She’s very interesting and silly; she’s kinda out there
My parents have been divorced for as long as I can remember. They moved out to California from New York, I can’t even picture them together.
My dad is pretty conservative and admirable. He’s an amazing father; he raised all three of us. He never talked bad about my mom but he would get upset at certain things.
Regardless, like I said she doesn’t fit a mold but she’s a lot of fun.
Every other weekend was spent with our mom. She didn’t have a lot of money and drove the most embarrassing cars. She was so excited when she got a little Daihatsu, we thought it was okay; at least we didn’t duck down as often. She was so happy about it; it was hard to laugh as much as we wanted to. She even put ones of those things that stick to the window that said “C-ya” it fits her well.
It was always fun going from my dad’s strict house to our mom’s house where we could stay up late and we could run free
She was a waitress forever. She worked at an Italian restaurant called Rocco’s.
We would either walk or my grandparents would take us to the restaurant when they were closing and we would eat and watch our mom wait on tables. She would come home smelling of red sauce but we loved when she got home. We would help her count her money.
Sometimes when she would get home late, my brother and I would make a hot bath for her. We would make little appetizers and put them on a silver tray and light candles in the bathroom.. She would make us listen to mushy songs like “The greatest love” by Whitney Houston. She was also sober at that time so we were also those kids in the back of the AA meetings.
We would eat dessert late at night, go look at big houses, sing in the crappy car. One time my mom woke us all up for the sunrise. She had already made hot chocolate and we all sat together on the front porch. She would sing Barbara Streisand and make us be quiet during parts of songs where we were supposed to listen.
At Christmas time she went overboard. Tinsel was everywhere; you could barely see the tree. She would buy us so many presents and fill our stocking to the brim. The overcompensation thing never really hit me. We would make fudge, sing, make crafts.
She loves to grow roses and leave them in vases by your bed for when you wake up.
Her boyfriends were the funniest part. Brian Minner was the worst. He was an anal, dorky, skinny guy. Brian would be driving in the car and he would pass by someone walking and say “Hi Pedestrian”. Um yah
One time we were eating barbeque outside and my brother dropped a bean and he got down and picked it up. Before we would go to bed sometimes he would sing Beatles tunes on his guitar. The best was “Do you want to know a secret” in his nasal voice. My older sister would be pissed off facing the other way and my brother and me would mask our laughing by singing along or we’d be crying we were laughing so hard.
She loves flowers, candles, and calmness but alcohol takes this from her. She becomes my daughter. . One time, I was sitting with my friends and my mom’s dog Missy came out in one of my bodysuits..all clicked up and everything. That’s my mom though and you HAVE to laugh. It’s too funny not to.
My mom is really not ideal but she’s her own person. She had a lot more in her life than just having three children. She did the best she could within her circumstances. I’ve absorbed what she’s given to me and sometimes love and emotion is important. My life is like a big comedy show. I guess this goes along with everyone talking about perception lately.
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"Evil (ignorance) is like a shadow-it has no real substance of its own,
it is simply a lack of light. You cannot cause a shadow to disappear
by trying to fight it, stomp on it, by railing against it, or any other
form of emotional or physical resistance. In order to cause a shadow
to disappear, you must shine light on it."
~~~Shakti Gawain
