thank god for moms
Thursday, January 11th, 2007
wow. i just got off the phone with my mom. we had a long conversation. this is the first time where i’ve been truthfully honest to tell her things that could make her disappointed in me. i took the chance and i’m glad that i did. we even briefly talked about my sex life. yuck. ok… i brushed quickly through it, but i can’t believe that i did and my mom just listened as if it was nothing.
i talked for a long time and she listened. she didn’t pass judgement. she just supported. she passed down some - i can’t say advice, but more like …. - deep stuff. it’s funny. my mom’s personality is that she’s bubbly, she the center of attention, the life of the party … always dancing … karaoke-ing … throwing the parties (this is where i get it from!) … that i’ve never noticed and have not been able to appreciate her deepness. i think she’s tried to share her wealth of knowledge with me in the past, but i was too big of an idiot to listen and appreciate.
my mom is smart! i’ve always known that. she even graduated top in her class … what’s that? summa cum laude or something? she got an A in anatomy during the summer when she went back to school. my mom changed careers while she was in her 40’s! she went back to school and got better grades than me!
she’s great at mesmerizing people and people always have such an affinity towards her.
you know… now that i think about it, i used to tell my mom my problems before i became a teenager and before boys ever became part of my life. i remember complaining that my best friend tiffany kneisley called me pancake face. mom made me feel better and told me that she was just jealous of me and not to feel bad. i never realized it, but i still use that to make me feel better when someone is mean to me.
i remember … those times when i would get into trouble because of a boy … she would tell me that when money runs out, love goes out the window… i understand the full meaning of that now.
i never realized it and though my mom was somewhere in the background never getting credit and appreciated, she played a significant role in my life. on my self-esteem. she and my dad are probably the only reason why i still have ANY type of esteem left to keep me going.
i recall a memory of my mom singing at church during my aunt’s golden wedding anniversary (50th). she sang with the piano as accompaniment. so beautiful. so talented. i don’t mean she sang like we regular folks sing, this woman REALLY KNOWS HOW TO SING! i was in awe of her when she sang Ave Maria. with her voice encircling the church.
she used to play the violin too. a fond memory was when my brother sister and i learned how to play the recorder (this was mandatory at the school that we went to) my mom would play her violin and we would play our recorder.
i don’t know if this was a dream or not, but i also remember that my mom played at my grandfather’s funeral. i remember that she played a beautiful song and after finishing, she collapsed to the pews with grief. this is such a strong image for me, but i’ve never confirmed it with her.
i remember my mom used to wear suites to work and i thought that she was the most beautiful thing on earth when she was dressed up. the three of us kids used to love mentos - the fresh maker! and i don’t know how often it would happen, but she would bring one of each of us and we would be soooo happy. we weren’t allowed candy and soda and unhealthy things growing up. anyways, as usual, my sister and i would wolf it down while my brother waited… savoring every morsel. he would sell us what he had left. WOW my brother was a young entrepreneur. he used to do this with sampalok (spelling?) too. each one was a quarter! expensive, but sissy and i paid it.
anyways, somehow my relationship with my mom changed when my hormones started raging and i discovered boys. i’m glad that it’s turning around again and i’m glad that i’m learning to share with my mom again.
i guess that’s why they say that moms can make the OUCH go away. my mom grounded me tonight and made my ouwey go away. thanks mama ko. i love you very very very very very very very much and i’m really really really really really lucky to have you as a mom.
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relationship with friends who are family
some motivation finally
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