Go mom
My mom doesn't read my livejournal (I hope!!), but I just have to put this out there:
You rock, Mom! I'm so proud of you for going out and getting a job. Even though you're 54 years old, and haven't worked a full time job since you had me 24+ years ago, you went out there and applied for jobs until you got something. You are amazing, and I wish you all the best at the new position, which sounds really great. Don't let Dad get you down.
It was an interesting experience, sharing the woes of job hunting with my mom for a couple of months. It really brought us closer in a very grown up kind of way. We could commiserate over the absurdities of life together, bitch about inconsiderate companies, etc. Over the last year or so, I've found myself able to be a lot more honest with my mother, and that's really great. There was a period of time in my college years where I was over the adolescent anger thing but not quite on adult footing yet, where I felt like I had to always present a happy, in-control facade to my mom, so she wouldn't worry/think I was making wrong choices/etc. Now I realize that part of being an adult is dealing with the fact that life isn't always perfect, and you aren't always happy. So I can call my mom and tell her that I'm having trouble with something, and she listens and gives me advice and it doesn't mean that I've failed at life or she's judging me or anything. And she's started to do the same with me. It's nice, really, in a somewhat depressing kind of way.
You rock, Mom! I'm so proud of you for going out and getting a job. Even though you're 54 years old, and haven't worked a full time job since you had me 24+ years ago, you went out there and applied for jobs until you got something. You are amazing, and I wish you all the best at the new position, which sounds really great. Don't let Dad get you down.
It was an interesting experience, sharing the woes of job hunting with my mom for a couple of months. It really brought us closer in a very grown up kind of way. We could commiserate over the absurdities of life together, bitch about inconsiderate companies, etc. Over the last year or so, I've found myself able to be a lot more honest with my mother, and that's really great. There was a period of time in my college years where I was over the adolescent anger thing but not quite on adult footing yet, where I felt like I had to always present a happy, in-control facade to my mom, so she wouldn't worry/think I was making wrong choices/etc. Now I realize that part of being an adult is dealing with the fact that life isn't always perfect, and you aren't always happy. So I can call my mom and tell her that I'm having trouble with something, and she listens and gives me advice and it doesn't mean that I've failed at life or she's judging me or anything. And she's started to do the same with me. It's nice, really, in a somewhat depressing kind of way.