Mother Knows Best
It amazes me that my mother, even though I am all grown up, still has an enormous affect on me. She's always been the kind of person who with one look can make you feel incredibly guilty, incredibly stupid, or incredibly loved. I could write a novel about my mother, but in order to keep this post as short as possible I am going to stop there. Besides, even if I tried, I would never be able to properly express how much she means to me.
My mother and I have this ritual where once a week we talk on the phone. No matter where either of us is, Thursday night at 5:30 has always been our set time. It's such a comfort to know that no matter what's going on, that no matter how crazy my schedule gets, our weekly phone call can always be expected.
This past Thursday was no exception, though it did have a slight twist. Just as I was about to dial my mother's phone number, I heard a knock on the door. I answered the door and to my surprise my mother stood on the other side. I stood there in shock for a second, unable to move. But once I found my voice again, the questions didn't stop. I later learned that she had been planning a surprise visit for a while, and that she had been waiting for a time when I didn't have a lot of work.
We stayed up the whole night talking and it wasn't until about two in the morning that my mother pulled me into her arms and hugged me. But this hug wasn't an "I'm happy to see you" hug. It was a comfort hug, and as I closed my eyes and hugged back, I found myself wondering how she had known that there was something wrong.
But my mother has always been like that. I'm good at hiding my emotions, but my mother has always been the one person who, no matter what, has always been able to read my like an open book.
I told her everything that was bothering me and her next question has not ceased to be on my mind since. "Charlie" she began. "You've never once let something like this get to you before, so why is it now?"
I didn't have an answer.
My mother always knows exactly what I need. She took me out today for a day a shopping, dinner, and then a movie. She got me to laugh again and by the end of the day I felt refreshed and happy. Just having her around is a big comfort.
It figured, however, that the one movie my mother had her heart set on seeing was Old School. I didn't tell her who the guy was when I was confessing my "problem" and while I wasn't sure that watching him on screen for two hours would be a good idea, I didn't argue and I'm glad I didn't. The movie was amazing. I don't remember the last time I've laughed so hard. The entire cast was incredible.
I wish I could say that at some point throughout the day I had a miraculous epiphany, complete with bright lights and music, but I didn't. I still don't have an answer to my mother's question, but I think I'm okay with that. I did, however, decide that I'm not going to push it. I'm going to take each thing as it comes, and live life one day at a time. I realize now that trying to figure things out ahead of time was the wrong approach. I have no idea what is going to happen next, but I like that mystery.
Charlize
My mother and I have this ritual where once a week we talk on the phone. No matter where either of us is, Thursday night at 5:30 has always been our set time. It's such a comfort to know that no matter what's going on, that no matter how crazy my schedule gets, our weekly phone call can always be expected.
This past Thursday was no exception, though it did have a slight twist. Just as I was about to dial my mother's phone number, I heard a knock on the door. I answered the door and to my surprise my mother stood on the other side. I stood there in shock for a second, unable to move. But once I found my voice again, the questions didn't stop. I later learned that she had been planning a surprise visit for a while, and that she had been waiting for a time when I didn't have a lot of work.
We stayed up the whole night talking and it wasn't until about two in the morning that my mother pulled me into her arms and hugged me. But this hug wasn't an "I'm happy to see you" hug. It was a comfort hug, and as I closed my eyes and hugged back, I found myself wondering how she had known that there was something wrong.
But my mother has always been like that. I'm good at hiding my emotions, but my mother has always been the one person who, no matter what, has always been able to read my like an open book.
I told her everything that was bothering me and her next question has not ceased to be on my mind since. "Charlie" she began. "You've never once let something like this get to you before, so why is it now?"
I didn't have an answer.
My mother always knows exactly what I need. She took me out today for a day a shopping, dinner, and then a movie. She got me to laugh again and by the end of the day I felt refreshed and happy. Just having her around is a big comfort.
It figured, however, that the one movie my mother had her heart set on seeing was Old School. I didn't tell her who the guy was when I was confessing my "problem" and while I wasn't sure that watching him on screen for two hours would be a good idea, I didn't argue and I'm glad I didn't. The movie was amazing. I don't remember the last time I've laughed so hard. The entire cast was incredible.
I wish I could say that at some point throughout the day I had a miraculous epiphany, complete with bright lights and music, but I didn't. I still don't have an answer to my mother's question, but I think I'm okay with that. I did, however, decide that I'm not going to push it. I'm going to take each thing as it comes, and live life one day at a time. I realize now that trying to figure things out ahead of time was the wrong approach. I have no idea what is going to happen next, but I like that mystery.
Charlize