[Originally posted at Ana Mardoll's Ramblings.]
[Even more of a work in progress than most stuff.]
When I was fourteen I demanded that things change. I was young, I was stupid, and I was hurtful. I didn't think about the fact that I was telling my mother I cared more about the climate than I did about seeing her. I didn't think about how much it costs to pick up everything and stay for two weeks in California every year. I didn't think about the fact that I had effectively cut the time I spent with my mother in half while increasing her financial burdens by who knows how much.
No. I didn't think about any of that. I thought that I was being an adult: I knew what was best, and I was putting my foot down.
And in response my mother did the most amazing thing. She did what I asked. That summer, and the next two summers, we spent two weeks together on the California coast. She taught me how to surf. I still don't fully understand how she was able to pay for it, but she never complained.
[Even more of a work in progress than most stuff.]
When I was fourteen I demanded that things change. I was young, I was stupid, and I was hurtful. I didn't think about the fact that I was telling my mother I cared more about the climate than I did about seeing her. I didn't think about how much it costs to pick up everything and stay for two weeks in California every year. I didn't think about the fact that I had effectively cut the time I spent with my mother in half while increasing her financial burdens by who knows how much.
No. I didn't think about any of that. I thought that I was being an adult: I knew what was best, and I was putting my foot down.
And in response my mother did the most amazing thing. She did what I asked. That summer, and the next two summers, we spent two weeks together on the California coast. She taught me how to surf. I still don't fully understand how she was able to pay for it, but she never complained.
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