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I was debating, today, whether or not to go and see my mom, for Mother's Day, or just to call her and 'chat' for a while. (Chat is basically me listening and making appropriate noises while mom rambles on about stuff.)
Then I went on FB and a lot of my friends were posting pics of their deceased mothers and wishing that they had spent more time with them while they were alive.
So, I went and saw my mom tonight, after I got out of The Store.
I love my Mom, but, lately, whenever I go and see her, she's just in a crabby mood. She shit-talks almost everybody. She is not, necessarily, fun to be around, at those times.
Even when she's not in a crabby mood, the conversation is all about her and her experiences. She very seldom asks me about my week, or what I've been up to, or anything like that.
I love my mom, but she just doesn't seem all that interested in my life.
She came and saw me once, when I lived in Virginia, and once when I lived in Alaska. When I moved back to our home state, she came by my house once. Just once. She has never once been to the house that I currently live in, and I've been here six years this month.
Our relationship is largely one sided, which is a common child-parent dynamic.
I love my mom to pieces, and when she dies, I will miss her. I imagine that it will feel like gravity got switched off; this fundamental aspect of my everyday reality will suddenly by gone.
But next year, when Mother's Day comes around again? I think I'm just going to call.
Then I went on FB and a lot of my friends were posting pics of their deceased mothers and wishing that they had spent more time with them while they were alive.
So, I went and saw my mom tonight, after I got out of The Store.
I love my Mom, but, lately, whenever I go and see her, she's just in a crabby mood. She shit-talks almost everybody. She is not, necessarily, fun to be around, at those times.
Even when she's not in a crabby mood, the conversation is all about her and her experiences. She very seldom asks me about my week, or what I've been up to, or anything like that.
I love my mom, but she just doesn't seem all that interested in my life.
She came and saw me once, when I lived in Virginia, and once when I lived in Alaska. When I moved back to our home state, she came by my house once. Just once. She has never once been to the house that I currently live in, and I've been here six years this month.
Our relationship is largely one sided, which is a common child-parent dynamic.
I love my mom to pieces, and when she dies, I will miss her. I imagine that it will feel like gravity got switched off; this fundamental aspect of my everyday reality will suddenly by gone.
But next year, when Mother's Day comes around again? I think I'm just going to call.
