I just got a phone call from my real mother. My bio-mother died a few years ago, but for as long as I can remember, my real mother has been there for me. She turned me on to art and a life outside the box. She taught me that love can come and love can go and the important thing is to love with integrity.
Heck, now that I think about it, she really is responsible for almost all the good things that are part of me.
That said, she just called to wish me happy birthday.
I may not have laughed that hard for years. In fact, even as I write this I am laughing. This is a woman who knew me when I was a small boy, who saw me graduate from buzz cuts to hippy hair and back again. This is a woman who has counseled me on my most intimate issues. This is a woman who knows more about me than any other person in the world. This is my mother, who does not know what day I was born on.
Mothers are rarely perfect. Since you did not pop out of her, you might want to cut her some slack.
ReplyDeleteI am guessing you will be posting some nude pics of this woman, yes?
ReplyDeleteJesus, this is a record setting day for you complaining about petty and useless things.
ReplyDeleteKeep up the good work. Without your blog, I might get some work done.
Your dead fiancee, Becky, is never quite sure what day it is either...just saying...
ReplyDeleteInside joke alert. Inside joke alert.
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