Sunday, December 19, 2010

Mom Is Here/ Going Home Soon

My mother flew from our local airport to here. My parents are afraid to let me fly on a plane without one of them because when I flew here I threw up a lot and they're worried that if I were throwing up too much without an adult accompanying me I might get bumped off the flight. Then they would have to drive here to get me.

When my mother got here, my pseudo-aunt was here, too. She's the one with the cystic fibrosis diagnosis at the unbelievable age of 23. She's concerned about a lot of things related to her diagnosis, not the least of which is dealing with her parents. They're really nice people, but she feels that they were not quite accepting of her status as an adult even before she received her diagnosis. She fears that this diagnosis may make things even worse in that regard, particularly because they work in the field of medicine and know more than she does about things related to her condition. Actually, she says they think they know more than she does. I'm inclined to give them the benefit of the doubt and say they actually do know more than she does.

Anyway, when my mom got here, pseudo-aunt was eager to talk to her about a lot of things. Pseudo-aunt and my mom have known each other since before I was born, and my mom is a psychologist by training, and as such is sometimes a good source as a sounding board and for advice, especially when it doesn't involve her own family.

This is all fine, except I havem't seen my mom in almost a month. I would have liked just a little bit -- maybe five minutes or so -- of her time and attention. I understand that pseudo-aunt needed her more than I did, but she's my mom, and I had not seen her for almost a month. I don't think wanting her to talk to me for a just few minutes was really asking all that much, but it apparently was.

Either my mom or someone she knows well will read this (pseudo-aunt, if you read it, I'm not mad at you. I understand that you needed to talk to her. I'm just mad at my mom for totally ignoring me). If it's someone who knows my mom, that person will tell my mom. If it's my mom, she'll know from reading it herself. Then my mom's feelings will be hurt, and then my dad will be mad at me. I don't really care because my feelings are hurt because of the way she ignored me last night.


  1. Sometimes, parents can be far to human, at times. They mess up, but only ever at times when this is noticeable and most undesirable.

  2. Thanks Matt. Only consolation is that Dad is not mad at me for posting. He agrees that Mom was being a jerk.

  3. She was actually being a nice person. ;o))

    However, it would seem that no good deed ever goes unpunished.

    Sadly, the person who really needed the good deed was you.

    Perhaps sometimes parents forget that sometimes a child -no matter how brave, resilient and mature they might normally be- just wants to be a little child again, for a while, and wants their mum to give them a cuddle and to let them suck their thumb, metaphorically speaking?

  4. My mom has always had trouble with treating me in an age-appropriate manner. It's like I get most of the negative aspects of adulthood without any of the perks. At least she doesn't put hot sauce in my mouth. I suppose I should be grateful.

  5. At least she doesn't put hot sauce in my mouth. I suppose I should be grateful.

    That's true, I suppose.

    Or be like Bridget and mistake prejudice for experience and wisdom.