it all started quite innocently over a movie and some dried grain. A real bonding type of moment when the coffee flowed freely and the corn couldn't stop popping. The younger was quite sure the older had seen the freaking flick and the older was absolutely sure she hadn't. Either way it was a mess as the elder couldn't come up with a reason why she hadn't and the other couldn't really prove she had. Before long it became a raucous in the middle of the night and soon the two were at it again.
We lose a little part of us each day as our children grow. According to the offspring we no longer have our wits about us or are capable of remembering anything in the last 365! I don't know where I've been and she probably believes I don't know what I even ate for dinner last night. I remember my youth, when I thought so little of my elders and felt them feeble only to be awakened and amazed by the things they surprised me with everyday. I wonder if I had given them the grief she gives me if I had made them feel like she makes me sometimes? I was bewildered everyday by family members I rarely cared about beyond the dutiful and scared kid who knew she was lower on the food chain than them. I listened intently to boring stories of "when I was a kid" and such and believe them to be concocted tales until I realized they weren't by witnessing some of the tales come to life. My grandfather had to take me to school one day because my sister and I had gotten up late, and wouldn't have enough time to walk as the weather was getting rough, and was complaining all the way about how lazy her and I were and how far he had to walk and in what precipitation. Only by the time we had reached the school we were snow blind in his van and the distance was so vast that even he had to admit it was as far and as dangerous and treacherous as his journeys used to be and even mentioned his were much more often as if to point out what a luxury it was to be in his frosty van listening to Dean Martin on the AM radio. Those times were so good and long ago and now I am the old broad who is as dumb as a box of rocks and need to be "told" where I've been and whom with and why I was there.
Only I did have to walk three miles to school because the high school zoning for buses allowed to pick up for the kids next door but not us because of boundary issues. Hell, I even walked an extra ten miles in the morning just to deliver the town's newspaper off the bag on my hip while riding a ten speed in the snow! Got my ass up by 4am everyday and even had to wrap all 50 papers myself when it rained or snowed to prevent them from getting wet, and I NEVER laid one in a puddle or on a sloppy stoop! I took care of my customers. As the papers left the bag it was refilled with cans for recycling, worth five cents apiece, and back to the drug store where I picked up my route's papers and turned them in for bubble gum and such. Then off to school. Life was good then when we could walk the town unattended and not worry about some idiot pulling up alongside and pushing me into a dark colored truck and speeding off to do bodily harm! Now I am so afraid of letting mine out of my sight that she has become the epitome of a couch potato with an attitude. I wouldn't do things differently except maybe clip her vocal chords at birth(of course I would give them back when she was 18 and came home with a well-written note stating that she had a good job and apartment all ready and will be out in two weeks!)in some harmless laser procedure. Don't get me wrong...I love her and would have loved the other seven had I been blessed with their presence. I just wished she would understand that what I say is true and that I AM looking out for her welfare and that I am NOT trying to just make her the most miserable 15 year old on the planet!
Nothing like a mom and daughter movie night to really being out the charm in a teen and her "crazy & annoying" mom!~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.
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