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My Turn
Posted 11/5/2012 6:06:00 PM

If life takes it's "natural" course we eventually end up outliving our parents. Most of my friends already have and while I've been waiting for my turn I'll admit to pretending life will just continue on as it has and mom will always be there when I pick up the phone and call. Well, my mom has left the building. Oh, she's still here in physical form and I know she's in there somewhere but I'm not sure she's making any more personal appearances. I'm told mom has a form of dementia and from our recent conversations I'm pretty sure she does; either that or she's taken way too much of the brown acid. I don't mean to make light it's just my way of dealing with things of this magnitude.  My mom would laugh at that. She always had good sense of humor, always laughed easily. Except of course when I was a teenager. I was her first and I gave her a run for her money. I had a smart mouth, a rebellious nature and no direction except fun. I came of age at a time when the Summer of Love, Woodstock, mind expansion and burgeoning feminist culture permeated everything.  And though I didn't grow up with him, I'm more like my dad, less like my mom. She's a conservative. I'm a far left leaning liberal. Mom wore shoes that matched her dress. I wore patched jeans and went barefoot. She was a majorette in high school. I majored in rock and roll, marijuana and hallucinogenics. She knew how to do her hair. Mine was long, strait and parted in the middle. She joined the military out of high school. I finished my junior year in maternity clothes and didn't go back my senior year cos I wanted to breast feed my daughter. She kicked me out. We were oil and water for many years.  She and my dad met when they were in the Air Force. They were in a band together. She sang, he played guitar. They married young; he was 19, she was 18. They had me a year later. From there her life took many twists and turns worthy of a torrid best seller. She's been married four times, her longest lasting over 30 years. And she wasn't someone you ever wanted to cross. Ask a landlord who pissed her off back in the 70's. She stuck raw meat in the walls when she moved out. Another time she ripped the spark plugs out of her future husband's car so he couldn't drive some other woman home. Oh yes she could behave badly.  But when she had me she was a naive young woman who believed in the fairy tale, happily ever after, white picket fence and all. That's the woman I remember the most. And I know I'm the woman I am because of her and in spite of her.  Mom and I mended our fences years ago and though religion and politics were still off limits, we've had a loving relationship since. Now it's my turn to deal with all that comes with an aging parent. I have no idea how but I'm grateful for the opportunity. I love you mom.

Posted By: Julie Devereaux  

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