mystery: an ode to mommy
i had dinner with my mom last night. we were two adults talking while enjoying a plate of pasta. i realised that i CAN talk to my mom and actually i do tell her everything save for a few 'secrets'. it escapes me why i think otherwise. well, to allow me to ponder more and ramble, my mom is a person, as i am, but i have a stronger personality than she does. childhood issues notwithstanding, i get along better with her now although sometimes we can irritate each other like crazy. but we are two people now and those expectations from the past should not run over to adulthood. it has to end. after all, we are from different generations and raised in different cultures. the best way to approach this is for me to adjust to her, which i have been doing sometimes failingly but other times patience takes a hold of me.
i cannot force my mom to be what i think she should be, nor should i go back to the past and make her pay for what i consider her transgressions to me.
growing up, i wished and hoped she was 'stronger' than me, for her to command me in to shape and lead me to my path. but i fail to realise that strength comes in different forms. she IS strong, perhaps, stronger than me. she is the pillar of the family. it was because of her, because of her that we are a family.
she does not define love because she feels and gives it.
i look like my father and am more like my father in a lot of ways. but my mom and i are no different from one another in this regard: we are both a girl and an artist.
so here's to you mommy:
"there must be a 1000 things you would die for
i can hardly think of two
but not everything is better spoken aloud
not when i'm talking to you
oh the pirate gets the ship and the girl tonight
breaks a bottle to christen her
basking in the exploits of her thief
she's a very good listener
maybe that's all that we need
is to meet in the middle of impossibility
we're standing at opposite poles
equal partners in a mystery
(handed down and made by hand)
we're standing at opposite poles
equal partners in a mystery"
from MYSTERY by Indigo Girls
i cannot force my mom to be what i think she should be, nor should i go back to the past and make her pay for what i consider her transgressions to me.
growing up, i wished and hoped she was 'stronger' than me, for her to command me in to shape and lead me to my path. but i fail to realise that strength comes in different forms. she IS strong, perhaps, stronger than me. she is the pillar of the family. it was because of her, because of her that we are a family.
she does not define love because she feels and gives it.
i look like my father and am more like my father in a lot of ways. but my mom and i are no different from one another in this regard: we are both a girl and an artist.
so here's to you mommy:
"there must be a 1000 things you would die for
i can hardly think of two
but not everything is better spoken aloud
not when i'm talking to you
oh the pirate gets the ship and the girl tonight
breaks a bottle to christen her
basking in the exploits of her thief
she's a very good listener
maybe that's all that we need
is to meet in the middle of impossibility
we're standing at opposite poles
equal partners in a mystery
(handed down and made by hand)
we're standing at opposite poles
equal partners in a mystery"
from MYSTERY by Indigo Girls