Mother's Day 2008
Another weekend - pretty much like every other. Crashed a few parties, met a few girlies, the usual spring twirl. Spilled a drink on this guy that was too blotto to realize it. Clumsy me.
Told you that I'm terribly clumsy, yeah? Fell down some stairs a few years ago
and the left side of my face was crushed in. After some work, the doctors sewed me up. Met up with each of my family individually and they each said, I can't see it.
But a second after my mom walked upstairs, she immediately, and wordlessly, burst into tears . The first thing she said was, I'll pay for plastic surgery.
Mothers know their kids, I think.
When my drama first came down
, she called me to tell me to come home. Told her I was too busy. But she demanded that I come. So I rummaged around for the best smile I could find and wore it home. You look great
, my dad said.
But my mom took one look at me and burst into tears. Like I said, mothers know their kids.
She told me I could always move back home and that made me laugh. Great
, I said, I'll be a 35 year old man living with his parents
. (on the positive side, that'd certainly solve my dating dilemmas right quick).I'd cook
, she said.
That made me laugh even more. So I gave her a kiss and told her that if it came down to it, I'd do that. That seemed to make her happy. She says that she knows I'll be fine. Mothers know their kids so I hope she's right.
Did I ever tell you my mom's a writer? She gets published a lot more than me. It's from her side of the family; my grandfather's a writer too. All this comes from her.
Off to see her now. Current Mood: anxious