2004-05-08
I want to run around in circles, screaming for my mother, though I know that probably wouldn't help.In honor of my mother:
My mother is a strong woman, "big boned" and stubborn. She always get her way and I wouldn't reccommend playing dolls in HER kitchen. She burned her bras, but WILL NOT admit it for all the corn in Kansas.
She taught me how to swim by throwing me in the water hole, true to tale. When my sister ran home crying because she was dumped when she was my age, she told her to go and hang out with the cows for a day and see if they complained when their boyfriends cheated on them.
They didn't.
Being a vahn comes with a price. Mom lectured this to me every day of gradechool as she stood in the kitched with me on the floor. With food on her apron, she stirred a countless number of cornbread as she told me what I was to become.
I will not say my father is scared of her, but he is deeply frightened at times. She will get her way, and it is always the right one. She is truely living out of her stature.
All this mother stuff is maing me wonder what my Mom would do if she knew I was...Wondering about Kiko...Like that. I thinking I would be shunned from the family. That is the Vahn curse. That is the price tag that comes with not being what you were supposed to be before your were born, I guess I'm just not right.