The post where I talk about my mom (PB)

What are you wearing? 

 

Why are you so emotional? 

 

Go do a load of laundry! 

 

If I were you... 

 

Ahh, but you aren't (gladly).  That's right, you guessed it folks, it's time to talk about those gremlins you call your rents, the ones that have given you everything that is essential to you living for fifteen plus years.  They complain and scream and freaked the freak out when you smashed your iPod screen in the sixth grade on a trip to Hershey, completely on accident, even though you paid for half of it with your hard earned money gained from a Christmas and a birthday.  We are here to talk about parents. 

 

My mom gave birth to me when she was a mere twenty-one years old.  That's pretty young for a mom; my parents wouldn't even marry until two years later.  (This confused me profusely for a large portion of my childhood.  I had not yet figured out the logistics of child birth, and would constantly prod my other into explaining how exactly I was born, because didn't you have to be married to have a baby?)  The first year of my life would be spent at my dad's mother's house.  Now, it might sound like I was a fishy mistake, right?  No house, no ring, college kids.  Sketchy.  But I know that whether I was meant to be or not, my parents thought I was the greatest thing since peanut butter in a jar, do you know how?  Here's how:  If you happened to look in any drawer in the house, or upon any surface in my parent's room, you would find thousands of pictures of me in various stages of babyhood.  There I am in a tub, at a festival, in a pile of sand, naked, laughing, wearing a monkey mask.  So many pictures.  And you can feel in every one of them the happiness and love radiating from the moment, the new parent smell.  The best part of this never ending roll of photos is that with each child, the number of pictures goes down by at least fifty percent, probably even more with the digital age we live in.  So that means when I'm old and I have thirty-seven children that look exactly like me and my husband Zayn, I will be able to show them these tokens of love, while my brother will shove a no doubt deceased iPad at his kid's face to exemplify the bond he shared with my parents. 

 

Getting back to the point, I've come to the conclusion that my parents' ages have had a huge effect on both my personality and our relationship.  For example, I have noticed with other families, the parents have almost complete control over their children.  Whatever they say goes.  If a mom tells their kid to not drink out of the dog's water bowl, they are going to stay clear of the bowl and the dog.  Maybe I'm just really skilled at weaseling out of situations, or maybe because I'm just a good kid, I can basically rid myself of any chore or unpleasant thing that my parents would like me to do.  In other words, I'm going to lick from that water bowl.  And I'm not a brat, I swear.  I do help out sometimes.  But my mom and dad are not really with the whole, "respect is the bible, if you sin, you're grounded for life" deal.  I think it's because secretly, they consider me very close to their equal.  For a while, I was going through this phase where I did not want to talk to a single person.  So my  mom took it to heart, because we usually had such a good relationship.  We constantly got into spats because when she asked a question, I would respond with the least number of syllables possible.  Then one day, I realized, other moms didn't get upset when their child had the phonetic skills of a cave man, in fact, they TOLD their kids to shut up.  My mom actually wanted to have a conversation with me, because she enjoyed what I had to say.  Now, I have free reign to say as I please.  It's fantastic.  My mom and I talk about everything, she's basically like a best friend that I live with all the time.  She has helped me through so much, and has given me advice about boys and my career choice.  So yeah, I get sick of her every once in a while, but I still love her to bits.  What about my dad, you ask?  Well, everybody has daddy issues.