On a Sunday. (15)

To understand my Mother, is to simply imagine me in 30 years.

We are two peas in a loony pod.

We pick up the phone to call each other at the same time.

We say the same things at the same time.

We get the same random songs like 'cama cama cama cama cameleon' stuck in our heads at the same time.

And then we have moments like this.

So, today, we go Christmas shopping.

After all our running around, she suggests coffee and a muffin.

(She forgets I can't eat muffins. I call her out on trying to rub it in. She feels bad. When I opt for a rice crispy square, she immediately feels better about the Second Cup decision. One of the many reasons I love her. She just wants every one to be happy. Always.) 

We sit down at a table with a stranger and his laptop because the coffee shop is so packed.

She turns to me, and begins this conversation...

Mom: I read your blog post from yesterday!

Me: Oh, yeah. What did you think?

Mom: It was good!

(long pause...)

Me: Yeah... it's hard for me to post stuff like that.

Mom: Why?

Me: Cause it's personal and I don't usually let people read stuff like that.

Mom: YOU WROTE THAT?

Me: Yaaaa, you think I'd post someone else's poem and not give them credit?

Mom: I thought it was just a poem you really liked! You really wrote that?

Me: Yes!!

Mom: It was sooo beautiful! When did you write that?

Me: Yesterday, in between cleaning. 

Mom: Ohhh myy gawwwd! You're fabulous!

And then we break out in laughter...

I guess it goes to show how rarely I let people read anything. 

My own mother who quite possibly knows everything about me, had no idea I wrote poetry?

Or at least attempt to.

But her affinity towards it was just what I needed to feel less toffee-nosed about sharing words. 

Mission once again accomplished Mom!

A rice crispy square and a writing compliment from an English teacher? (Even if her opinion might be a little biased for obvious reasons, because before she knew it was me who wrote it, it was "good".) 

But gawsh! Tanx anyways if you're reading this! (Which you better be...!)