chicken soup for the teenage soul
my best friend is my mom.
she is the friendliest, laid back, caring, genuine, sincere & most loving person i have ever known. i keep very few, if any, secrets from her. she's motherly, of course, but since i've grown up she feels more like a friend. my mom was never like any of my friends moms or any other mother i knew. most parents i know around here grew up, went to college and got married, and that's what my dad did. . but my mom, well at the age i am. .she was living in nyc acting, seeing shows for free, experimenting drugs and always dancing. .having the time of her life until it got old. and these are the exciting stories she'd always tell. of all the concerts and events and simulating people she'd meet.
memories of her would include her bringing my sister & i fresh baked sweets for breakfast before school. she missed practically all my school meetings, and the ones she did attend too, after they'd tell her "june gets along well with others in class but she tends to get behind in certain areas and gets distracted easily." she'd roll her eyes at them, politely dismiss herself, take me by the hand and whisp me away to my family's school of dance while telling me in the car not to worry what people say, they're just civilians and we're artists. she ran the bills up by purchasing my sister & i barbies or polly pockets whenever we'd be out. she'd take us to see broadway shows or new york city ballets. on weekends when i'd have sleepovers she'd wait for my dad to go to sleep then take my friends and i down the shore where we'd stay up all night, walk the boardwalks, watch the sunrise and come home just in time for my father to see us in our beds. then he would wonder why we slept all day. my friends always wanted to stay over my house, because we'd have no rules. we would just stay up all night and swim or make prank phone calls or do whatever you did at that age when you had nowhere to go. she'd stay up with us and tell us ghost stories. i never understood why my parents were married as long as they were, they're soooo different from eachother!. . .atleast as parents. my mother, Gayle, never attended any of my field hockey games. in fact, the rest of my moms family despised the fact that i played a sport and wasn't as involved in the arts as they were. and she was always very late to pick me up after school or at a friends house that most parents probably thought she was quite different considering she couldn't pick up her daughter on school night till eleven, while their kids were in bed. during my pre-teen years, i began to despite these things about her. i started getting these outrages towards her, neglecting her for not being like all the other parents. i started comparing my life, and my family, to those who i went to school with. i wanted the friends, i wanted to come back from a family vacation tan with those skinny braids you get on some tropical island running down my hair, i wanted to have family dinners each night, i wanted to like the same music as everyone did instead of what my mom listened to, most of all, i just wanted to be cool, and i took that out on her.
well, of course my want to be like the rest of my peers it didn't make any sort of signicant impact on our relationship. my dad wanted us to all be a family and together as well, but my mother was so devoted to the company, that'd by the time my mom, sister and i would get home, my dad would be in bed. and this potentially led to my parents divorce.
she hasn't changed much. she calls me at 1 am some nights and asks if i want to get coffee. she'll smoke weed if it's offered. she wants to come to 80s night. in otherwords, my mother is HIP. classy, and HIP.
she told me last night over a bowl, while we were sitting in my car listening to cd after cd discussing music and what performances are comming into the area, that docters found 'things'. i don't know specifically, but she has to get tested for cervicle and breast cancer. she told me not to worry, but just the sheer thought of 'what if', really upsets me. this is the woman who taught me to love and see people wholly. this is the woman who taught me to be open minded. i would devote my life to her to making her better if she's sick.
i'm asking you, if you pray, please pray for her.
ps * - i'm glad i ended up never being like my peers during those years.
she is the friendliest, laid back, caring, genuine, sincere & most loving person i have ever known. i keep very few, if any, secrets from her. she's motherly, of course, but since i've grown up she feels more like a friend. my mom was never like any of my friends moms or any other mother i knew. most parents i know around here grew up, went to college and got married, and that's what my dad did. . but my mom, well at the age i am. .she was living in nyc acting, seeing shows for free, experimenting drugs and always dancing. .having the time of her life until it got old. and these are the exciting stories she'd always tell. of all the concerts and events and simulating people she'd meet.
memories of her would include her bringing my sister & i fresh baked sweets for breakfast before school. she missed practically all my school meetings, and the ones she did attend too, after they'd tell her "june gets along well with others in class but she tends to get behind in certain areas and gets distracted easily." she'd roll her eyes at them, politely dismiss herself, take me by the hand and whisp me away to my family's school of dance while telling me in the car not to worry what people say, they're just civilians and we're artists. she ran the bills up by purchasing my sister & i barbies or polly pockets whenever we'd be out. she'd take us to see broadway shows or new york city ballets. on weekends when i'd have sleepovers she'd wait for my dad to go to sleep then take my friends and i down the shore where we'd stay up all night, walk the boardwalks, watch the sunrise and come home just in time for my father to see us in our beds. then he would wonder why we slept all day. my friends always wanted to stay over my house, because we'd have no rules. we would just stay up all night and swim or make prank phone calls or do whatever you did at that age when you had nowhere to go. she'd stay up with us and tell us ghost stories. i never understood why my parents were married as long as they were, they're soooo different from eachother!. . .atleast as parents. my mother, Gayle, never attended any of my field hockey games. in fact, the rest of my moms family despised the fact that i played a sport and wasn't as involved in the arts as they were. and she was always very late to pick me up after school or at a friends house that most parents probably thought she was quite different considering she couldn't pick up her daughter on school night till eleven, while their kids were in bed. during my pre-teen years, i began to despite these things about her. i started getting these outrages towards her, neglecting her for not being like all the other parents. i started comparing my life, and my family, to those who i went to school with. i wanted the friends, i wanted to come back from a family vacation tan with those skinny braids you get on some tropical island running down my hair, i wanted to have family dinners each night, i wanted to like the same music as everyone did instead of what my mom listened to, most of all, i just wanted to be cool, and i took that out on her.
well, of course my want to be like the rest of my peers it didn't make any sort of signicant impact on our relationship. my dad wanted us to all be a family and together as well, but my mother was so devoted to the company, that'd by the time my mom, sister and i would get home, my dad would be in bed. and this potentially led to my parents divorce.
she hasn't changed much. she calls me at 1 am some nights and asks if i want to get coffee. she'll smoke weed if it's offered. she wants to come to 80s night. in otherwords, my mother is HIP. classy, and HIP.
she told me last night over a bowl, while we were sitting in my car listening to cd after cd discussing music and what performances are comming into the area, that docters found 'things'. i don't know specifically, but she has to get tested for cervicle and breast cancer. she told me not to worry, but just the sheer thought of 'what if', really upsets me. this is the woman who taught me to love and see people wholly. this is the woman who taught me to be open minded. i would devote my life to her to making her better if she's sick.
i'm asking you, if you pray, please pray for her.
ps * - i'm glad i ended up never being like my peers during those years.