Mom: “Are you going to Holly’s bridal shower, in May?”
Me: “It’ll depend on what day it is; I may not be home for it.”
Mom: “Why? Where are you planning on going?”
Me: “I’m going to Guatemala in May, remember?”
Mom: “You’re going to Guatemala this May?”
I thought that she was joking at first, and then I realized that my mom was not. I wish she wouldn’t forget so much of what I tell her. It seems like we have the sort of conversation detailed above on a semi-regular basis. When my mom forgets little things, it’s easier for me to be understanding about it… but the fact that her daughter is going to a third-world country is not such a little thing, and it makes me angry that she didn’t remember about my trip. Goodness knows we’ve argued over it enough, and she’s told me countless times that she absolutely does not want me to go.
It makes me angry because, in part, I’m certain that it’s not so much a matter of my mother forgetting the things I tell her, but a matter of her never hearing me to begin with. I feel like she doesn’t listen to me. She doesn’t know what’s important to me, or any of the things that I care about. Sometimes, I feel like I am invisible.
hummmm…I would have felt hurt, then angry, then blogged about it, ( I tend to process life this way..verbalize it, write about it, ask other people to give me feed back)..
then the hard part…..keep from becoming bitter and having an unforgiving attitude toward her.
Why can’t our parents be perfect and not so provoking @ times????
(Speaking as a parent and as a son)
no trite platitudes from this corner…