Good morning, all.
I’m sorry,
if my last few posts have been,
sad and angry,
but,
I needed to get it out.
Today, Saturday,
I will be working at the bookstore,
and going to a family dinner.
Once or twice a year,
my mom and I and my ex,
visit my dad’s cousin.
She lives with her daughter,
well they live together,
which is not quite the same thing.
Eva, that’s my dad’s cousin,
always makes stuffed cabbage,
in the traditional Hungarian manner.
As a sort of,
after Christmas treat for us.
It is the food I love above all others.
My mom won’t make it anymore,
she says it takes too much time,
and,
she’s too old.
It is time consuming,
but,
mom,
isn’t really that old.
My mom is older,
she turned seventy last June,
she’d be pissed if she knew,
I was telling you this.
In the last few years,
mom has slowed down.
She went from being,
Speedy Gonzalez,
remember him?,
to be being a normal speed,
sixty year old,
this is not a situation,
she appreciates.
Mom has worked from the day,
she turned fourteen,
until the day she retired at sixty.
She took five years off,
and when I bought the bookstore,
she started again.
In the last two years,
mom has had some health issues,
a seventy year old body,
gives you more trouble,
than a forty year old body.
So,
now she works,
Thursday and Friday mornings,
it’s enough for her,
and it helps me immensely.
Mom and I live together,
we did it initially for financial reasons,
but,
we also enjoy each other’s company.
We have dinner together most nights,
and we share the household tasks,
although,
she admittedly does more,
but,
I do all the heavy lifting and garbage:-)
When, we first moved in together,
I felt like a bit of a failure,
pathetic old butch,
lives with her mom.
But, I don’t live with my mom,
we live together.
Roomates,
with all the advantages,
my mom cooks and takes care of so many things,
and the disadvantages,
she sometimes freaks if I come home late.
But, over the last few years,
we have come to understand,
and appreciate each other.
It’s not about love,
we always loved each other,
it’s about mature women,
in different stages of their lives,
living together and appreciating each other.
Sure, we bicker,
we’re family,
but,
we’re there for each other,
we’re family.
Many, people when they hear,
I live with my mother,
get a gentle smile on their faces,
and tell me,
I wish I got along with my mother,
or,
I wish mine was still around.
Also,
some think I’m crazy,
and get a glazed look in their eyes.
But, you know,
on the whole,
we manage.
We need each other,
and have each other’s,
unconditional love,
and that sure ain’t chopped liver:-)
Later girls,
BB
What a great post, it sounds like you have such a great relationship with your mom. I can’t really imagine living with mine I have to say 🙂 Does your mom know about your site here?
Of course, she does. My mom is very supportive of everything I do. I always, say she is the president of my fan club:-)
I believe it is a huge gift in life to have a good friend (which they must be if you can succesfully share a home with them) who is also your parent. So many people grow so far away from their parents – and don’t know what they are missing.
I lived with my Mom through my 30s. It was convenient as we both travelled for work. She’s a good cook too. The one time it was a bit uncomfortable was when I brought a woman home after a night on the town – NOT a common occurence for me even when I lived alone. I thought, at 2 am, we were being discreet. But my Mom, being another book-lover, was sitting up, reading intently. She was very polite and welcoming… and went back to reading her book.
You’re right it is a gift and my mom is a treasure in so many ways:-) Bringing home a woman, is not a common occurence for me either,
but, she is supportive of that … I think she hopes I will find love again. Since, I am quite hapless in love…who knows. Thanks for sharing
you always make me feel better about things:-)