Who's Sheltering Who Here?!

Mom, Mama, Mommy, Mother, Ma...


Whatever you call your female parental unit it really means "person who will worry about me to the end of time".  No matter how old you are your mom will worry and fret over decisions you're making, decisions you've made, hearing from you too much, not hearing from you enough, if you're happy or not, whether you're going to a reputable tattoo parlor...Name it and they will worry about it.  It just comes with the territory whether you wanted it or not.



Before I write about my relationship with my mom (I call her Mama) I'd like to give a shout-out to my Daddy.  He actually worries just as much as Mama but is more reserved about expressing it and usually tries to be the one that shrinks the situation so his daughters will calm down.  Making light of the situation is his way of, how do I say it, snuffing out the flames which tend to start rather quickly with my sister and I (and NO ONE comes out unsinged once the flames start licking the walls).  Plus, he knows that Mama will get caught up in our waves and drown trying to keep it fair, so SOMEONE has to remain grounded.  That's not always well received when my sister and I are running full steam ahead and hoping they jump on the Crazy Train to Angerville with us.  ALLL ABOARD!


Anyway, just yesterday my Mom sent me an email worried about the post I did on I Saw This Today And...She said "I don't want you to get hate mail" and advised me to be a bit more PC.  See, worried!  But I gotta be me and some things I just have to say (refer to disclosure if you must) 'cause I can on here. I on the other hand feel the need to always paint pretty pictures of my life for her so she won't in turn worry. That doesn't mean that there's some deep dark secret to hide...more like if my husband and I got into a huge argument I won't tell her about it like some people feel inclined to do.  Stupid me, she's been married like FOREVER so she knows how marriage goes.  But, let me be real here; I have this weird thing about me that WANTS to be her (and Daddy's) sweet little kid forever!  I make sure to think about what I wear (not that I dress slutty...but I do have damn fine style) when I go visit my parents..."is this too low cut or can they tell how f-i-n-e-FINE my booty looks in these jeans? Yes?  Okay, opt for the ones that make me look like I sharted myself"  Okay, I don't say that "fine" thing to myself...anymore... sadly...now it's more hoping everything still looks to be where it belongs. <sigh> Whoops...I started going to that dark place in my head.  I really do believe that how I act at my parent's is me but on a much more "I'm home Mommy and Daddy!" way.  Don't be disgusted!  They welcome me in and it just switches on in the driveway.  I am comfortable there and that's how it oozes out.  It's not like...wait just a minute here people...I think I just self-helped myself into realizing that what I do is show them respect!  Heck yeah! Children are a direct reflection of their parents and whether or not you have flaws you put your best foot forward for your parents...if they raised you right you do and I KNOW my parents did.