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A few years ago, my mother and I were always on a psychological seesaw; in endless verbal battles, we pushed ourselves high in a lofty position of righteousness, while sending the other plummeting to earth in the process. As one good turn often deserves another, the pattern then continued, with the individual on the ground kicking higher and harder, to send the other plunging to the ground with a thud and a whimper.
These days we no longer mount this destructive teeter-totter, for we know that experiences on it are by no means a fun-filled day on the playground. We laugh, crack jokes, have serious discussions, go on outings, banter and tease like best friends. Of course, she still loves me as her offspring, as I love her as my parent. The parent-child relationship trumps our friendship on occasion, but everything eventually works out amicably. In a way, this is seesawing the way it's supposed to be, with laughter and happiness, mixed with the occasional injury that results from the nature of teeter-tottering.
It truly is nice to be able to count my mother as one of my best friends. Like a blooming rose, our relationship must be watered and tended to with care, and on occasion, we may prick our fingers on a thorn in the process. I hope that our friendship never wilts, and instead continues to flower, for as long as we both are on this earth.
Man, that was a sappy simile. I should slap myself for it. *slap* I also believe that I have mixed my metaphors. Metaphors, like alcoholic beverages, technically should not be mixed, but it is at times impossible to resist doing so. I made another dumb simile. *double slap* I should go now, before I slap myself to death.
These days we no longer mount this destructive teeter-totter, for we know that experiences on it are by no means a fun-filled day on the playground. We laugh, crack jokes, have serious discussions, go on outings, banter and tease like best friends. Of course, she still loves me as her offspring, as I love her as my parent. The parent-child relationship trumps our friendship on occasion, but everything eventually works out amicably. In a way, this is seesawing the way it's supposed to be, with laughter and happiness, mixed with the occasional injury that results from the nature of teeter-tottering.
It truly is nice to be able to count my mother as one of my best friends. Like a blooming rose, our relationship must be watered and tended to with care, and on occasion, we may prick our fingers on a thorn in the process. I hope that our friendship never wilts, and instead continues to flower, for as long as we both are on this earth.
Man, that was a sappy simile. I should slap myself for it. *slap* I also believe that I have mixed my metaphors. Metaphors, like alcoholic beverages, technically should not be mixed, but it is at times impossible to resist doing so. I made another dumb simile. *double slap* I should go now, before I slap myself to death.