Thursday, January 26, 2006

So there becomes a moment

So there is a moment (I guess "becomes a moment" - while filled with the essence of dramatic license, not such good English) when you change your thoughts on your mom once again.

When you are little, she is your saviour, unless - you know - she won't give you cookies; then kind of bitch (even though you don't know the word).

Then you grow up and she is that witch that won't let you stay out late, unless - you know - your heart is broken by some bimbo and she makes you feel all better; then she is really sweet (but you never admit it).

Then you grow up, and she is a friend and a confidant, unless - you know - you need a mom's shoulder to cry on; then she is always there (and you feel good enough to tell her).

And then she gets to retire before you and live the life of liesure. Then, well, now you know the word.

Congrats. Mom. I am jealous.