2005-12-01 - 9:12 a.m.
So, here we are again old keyboard friend – just you, and I, and a whole lot of letters.
Want I should tickle your keys? (Wink wink)
(Note: I almost wrote, “…finger your keys,” but that would have been far too much.
I really want to write today, but nothing comes to mind, so how about I share a joke with you?
Me: Knock knock.
You: Who’s there? (You’re very curious)
Me: Interrupting cow.
You: Interrup…
Me: MOO!!!
So, I’m going to pick up my mother tomorrow. (Let that sink in – for me, I mean) She’s moving in with us for a yet-to-be-determined period of time. That’s an unknown period of time, for you civilians.
You may have noted that I don’t write much about my mother – and with good reason.
My childhood was fraught with…intrigue (?) and mostly at the hands of my mother. I was fine with it all, for the most part, until I became a teen-ager. At that point all good natured-ness and humor, all patience and long-suffering gave way to anger, frustration, more anger, and yet more anger. I moved out of “the house” when I was seventeen after several feuds with my menopausal mother in which I had to restrain myself from becoming violent – not at all a part of my nature.
I joined the Air Force and got married at age nineteen (a bad combination) and since my wife, my once high school sweetheart, knew my mother and loathed her it wasn’t hard to avoid speaking to my mother for several years…which I did…or…did not.
So, when I say, “…and with good reason.” (See above) I mean – I don’t write about her because there was a lot of bad blood between us and I don’t wish to drag my mother through the mud. I’m trying hard to re-establish a relationship with her and it’s been a precarious path to date.
We eventually started speaking again and after my wife and I divorced I made a conscious effort to make her a part of my life. But, my mother isn’t an easy person to have in my life, as she tends to be callous, judgmental, not at all politically correct, and feels the need to interject her opinion at every turn. Oh and she’s made it her goal to save my already saved eternal soul. (P.S. – I have a great deal of loathing for political correctness, but it does have merit in some cases.)
I love my mother though and I need to overcome myself in order to make this work. I’m hoping to attend counseling with her while she’s staying with us, so that we may work through issues that have not yet reached resolution. I really am trying…
I’m nervous though…and my wife is really stressed out; she doesn’t take well to people telling her how to raise her children.
Here I am in the middle.
If you pray…pray for me.
