Tag Archives: Mother

Your Future and Other People

Look Within, Dig Deep

Look Within, Dig Deep

My mother does not like fortune tellers.

She was young.  I do not know the exact circumstance or her exact age at the time of her “consultation”, or why she even went, or how she looked or seemed, or what was it that made her voice out, in a question, her one dream: “Will I be able to travel outside of the country?” or what prompted the fortune teller to tell my mother that no, she would not go places.  I only know that while my mother was telling me this story many, many years ago, there was still pain in her eyes, and anger, her chin jutting at that defiant angle.  The barb – even when it probably was not meant as a barb – had hit home and she could still feel the sting.  Even after all the time that had elapsed.

I was told I could not make it, too, but not by a fortune teller.

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Questions of a Modern Day Mother

To Be Mother

To Be Mother

It is true what they say. Nothing can compensate for failure in the home. But it is like the peace pipe – everyone is smoking it.  But are people inhaling?

It was an uneventful night, a school night and I came home from work all fired up after a rather exhilarating and interesting meeting. I took out my daughter’s reminder book (which I have not looked at for 2 days) and started asking her whether she has done this or that, to which she replied, yes, yes and yes. I decided to look for the sake of looking and found out that she has not done one assignment. I called her and told her that I would help her with it. She looked at me, all eight years old of her, mocking me with eyes that said, “Why?”

Why the sudden interest?  Where have you been all this time?

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Of Mothers, Children and Money

Sunflowers

Sunflowers

I wanted to give my mother some money.

“Oh good!”, she says. “I can have your brother borrow it because he just got his credit card statement and he owed so much… You know your brother, he and his wife, they spend so much and they are at the mall all the time, buying this and that, and you know, they spend so much on their children, all the time…” She went on and on.

I was not sure I liked where the conversation was going and I told her so.

I asked her, trying to control my emotions (it is after all my money), “But mom, tell me… what good will that do? What will that achieve? Will that stop him from using his credit card or make him money smart?  And you, what will you gain? She said, “Well, I can nag him.” My mother’s not-so-secret and ineffective weapon. “But that would only make him deaf, mother, not make him learn life’s lessons.”
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