Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Morning Edition - 7/25/07

Parent Trap
Everyone who knows me knows that my family and I are extremely close – most of all, my mom and me. My parents arrived at my apartment at 12:30 a.m. and mom quickly announced that she wanted to go to Pathmark – our 24 hour supermarket – to do some necessary food shopping. “How do you survive on coffee, yogurt, whole grain bread and toilet paper?!” mom yelled. With her first rant out of the box, I threw on my man-clogs, tied my head up in the you’re-giving-me-a-migrane-scarf and brought my car around to head out grocery shopping. Dad took one look at me and said, “I think I’ll stay behind and take a shower while you guys shop.” Both my mom and I shot him the frog face locking the apartment door behind us. The moment we walked into the grocery store (1:15 a.m.!) mother grabbed a store circular and perused it for sales. I reminded her that I had to work this morning and she said, “Is $4.69 supposed to be a sale for Cranberry Juice in NYC?!” I realized it was going to be a long, long, long morning before dawn. Approximately one hour and $150 later and I was walking to my car like a pyramid-building-Hebrew-slave while she barked that my younger brother would’ve only needed one trip to carry all the bags, but in my emaciated state her dead mother (who’s probably spinning like ghetto 22s in her grave) looks healthier. Gotta love my momma. As I pushed open my apartment door I smelled the sweet scent of marshmallows burning over an open fire and realized my dad managed to leave a pot of milk on the stove while he sat in complete and silent oblivion in the living room to allow it to fully burn my new Teflon pot and scald the top of my stove. I turned off the pot and heard mom in the living room talking to dad. “Hey, you’re going to burn us out of house and home!! What is it? You’re deaf and now you can’t smell either?!” I put the groceries away and walked in to ask my parents if they needed anything before I got in the shower, only to find them enjoying matching chocolate éclair bars like two kids. I had to smile at how happy they looked together even after 45 years of marriage. I realized that with all their quirks; the incessant bitchin’; the hysterical and dramatic laughter; they are everything I hope to be and share everything I, one day, hope to have. I closed the bathroom door behind me and leaned back on it immersed in the thought of how much we struggle to be unlike our parents, only to find later in life, that we pray to be like them – well, at least I do. The parent trap; you virtually gnaw your limbs off to get away from their grasp in your teens and then grind your nerves to bask in the beauty of everything they are.

On Blast
What character quirk do you have that is, admittedly, a virtual replica of one of your parent’s characteristics?

Keep passin’ the open windows…

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

my sarcasm comes from Jane

Darius T. Williams said...

Character flaws? Who me...I have none!

Actually, I have so many from my family it's ridiculous. From the walking into a room forgetting what I initially looking for to calling someone with an urgent message, having them return my frantic phone call, and then realizing I forgot what I needed them for. But playing cards...I get it honestly. We can play cards for HOURS UPON HOURS and never get tired. We had a family reunion this past weekend - our first one ever. I met people I never even knew I was related too. It started of pretty good - but about an hour in...I looked around from the card game I was emerged in and noticed 4 other tables...doing the same thing.

Um, I think I went too far w/the comments - lol!

KennonPurdy said...

LMAO!! You must keep us updated daily, this is pure comedy! And I'm with dad! i;m not going anywhere with any man in clogs ad a scarf....But maybe thats some NYC Yankee thing, but we dont do that down here in the proper south :)
Are you single? I think you are. I just find it odd, I've noticed my friends from stable homes with parents that have been married forever tend to be in long term relationships themeselfs... Parents are the best examples!

EsLocura said...

como mami I am one fabulous cook, como papi I am stubborn as all hell.

That Dude Right There said...

Well let me be the bearer of a bad comment. My parents may have been married for 31 years until my Dad's death, but they were no where near happy. When I asked my Mom why she stayed with him all of those years, she said that it was because of the children.

I honestly don't think that I want to be like my parents.