As it is mother’s day today, I am going dedicate this blog to my mother.
This blog is difficult for me to write because it is themed around mothers usually being right. I hate being wrong and am often too stubborn to admit when I am. More likely than not, I change the subject with a smirk on my face to avoid admitting that thing that I hate.
In the last couple of months, I’ve felt badly because I know that my mother has felt as though she was “losing her marbles”. But first, a little background about my mother.
My mother has hawk-like skills when it comes to tiny details. Maybe this is due to examining patients daily or perhaps she has fallen asleep to one-too-many episodes of CSI. Regardless, you cannot get anything passed this woman. Not only is she keen to detail, but she is very opinionated and fixates about certain things. She will always tell me 100 ways I can potentially die if I tell her I am about to engage in some sort of adventure, activity or social setting. I also know not to sit down at a table in a restaurant before she changes our table for optimal seating. She has her opinion about how the furniture and decorations are set up in my apartment. Like say for instance if I choose to put my couch on one side of apartment and she does not like it. This couch will be the focal point of our conversations for the next month.
Yes, my couch was eventually moved to the other wall. Yes, it did look a lot better on that side. Yes, I hated having to call her and let her know that she was in fact right which ultimately brings me to my story. Since I cannot spend today with my mother, I feel as though gifting her piece of mind will suffice.
Even though this winter was unbearably cold my apartment felt like the bayou. My building manager recommended that I leave my windows open, which is exactly what I did. My mother warned me that if I kept my windows open, my pipes may freeze. She warned me on the phone. She warned me on Skype. She warned me via e-mail. Let me take a minute to declare my love of technology and its infinite possibilities and platforms mothers can use it in order to nag. Sorry, "reinforce their concerns". Of course, being stubborn and overheated, I did not listen to thousands of concerns voiced my way.
After a few months of reminders and a visit to Toronto, I received this e-mail:
Of course I ignored it. I also ignored and changed the subject when my mother asked me about the radiator when we were chatting on the phone.
So, here comes the most difficult part of writing this blog: The Truth.
You see, one blizzardy night in December, I slept out. Upon returning to open-windowed apartment, I found the following:
Yes, my goddam pipes froze AND burst. Yes, my sheets were ruined with disgusting, murky radiator water. Yes, the radiator was replaced and is not the original one from the video I sent you when I found it.
So no, Mom, you haven't been losing your marbles; you gave birth to a stubborn ass.
I love you and I really miss spending quality time with you...
Rolling my eyes with you...
And laughing with you when you accidentally eat the Thai chilies in your Pho.
Happy Mother's Day Mommy!