: the disillusionment :

I’m not a mother or a grown-up. The sum of my experience is as a kid; I’ve been one my whole life. Somewhere around the age of 10, I took a look around and decided to halt the maturing process right there. Irresponsible and heedless suited me better. Therefore, I know a little about the benefits of forgiveness.

In the early years, my mother was incredibly innocent and hopeful; she beamed at the progress of her kids — first steps, first words, et al — and just assumed those successes would continue forever. She dressed us in petticoats and little white gloves, sent us to ballet and swimming, enrolled us in Girl Scouts and cotillion. Like every parent, she had lofty, ambitious plans.

Like every kid, I had other ideas, funner ideas. And the two were nothing close to compatible. To wit:

One fine spring afternoon, I discovered a pond near our house that was teeming with wildlife. Frogs and fish, bugs, algae and floating scum. I didn’t try to resist, I just waded straight in to catch some real, live specimens for a rip-roaring Show and Tell presentation. My classmates would go goggle-eyed at the exotic creatures — the tadpoles and such — and be spellbound by the plucky narrative I’d surely deliver. (Maybe toss in a few sea monsters for good measure.)

I splashed and dove in the fusty water of that dank pond all afternoon. By the time I left, I was coated in wet slime and filth from head to toe and as proud as it’s possible for a human to be. I swaggered across the backyard, grinning from ear to ear, and was met at the back door by a woman who looked like my mother, but didn’t sound at all familiar. This woman sounded squeaky and high-pitched. Not a scream, per se, but in that neighborhood.

I watched her face turn a purply red as her hand flew to cover her nose, caught the word ’reek,’ something about a ‘swamp,’ and I think ‘crazy’ was mentioned, then she grabbed the hose and turned it on me. Full blast. And washed away all her bright, shiny hopes for a ladylike daughter. I think it was probably her Waterloo, but you know what?

She stuck with me for the rest of her life. Shell-shocked and wary, but my greatest champion nevertheless. Oh, she threatened to move regularly and without a forwarding address, she also turned off the lights and hid when I stopped by, and disguised her voice when I called, claiming not to speak ‘zee inglitch’. She didn’t fool me for a second.

My old mom was, and still is, the best friend I’ll ever know.

Happy Mother’s Day, all!

copyright © 2018 the whirly girl

28 thoughts on “: the disillusionment :

  1. Best thing parents can encourage in their kids is the perspective of humour and judging by the lively and affectionate comments in your final six lines yours succeeded in that!

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  3. I love this post! I makes me think of the relationship I have with my daughter now. She has tattoos and lots of ear piercings. I don’t. She’s much more adventurous than I am. She’s not me. Yet, I love her more than anything and grow to appreciate the young woman she has become more and more each day. I’m sure your mom feels the same way about you.

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    1. Thank you for proving my point; mothers are the most tolerant people on the planet. Their compassion and understanding are icing on the cake. Even though my mother passed away in 1993, her influence carries on still. Your daughter’s lucky to have you 🙃


  4. Aww sweet :)
    I feel a bit bad about that myself. So much “potential” as a child, and then it seems like the older you get, the more parents get disappointed and eventually resigned to the fact that their child is a disappointment xD sorry mom and dad!

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    1. Don’t do it. Let’s be anti-adult together. I tried to act like a grown-up when I was in my 30s and it was a disaster, so I went back to what I know. I’m happier this way :o)


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