Mother's Day

Yes, yes - its that time of year again. When you have to do something for a family member so you won't be subtley punished for the rest of your life. Just like showing up for thanksgiving and attending your sister's graduation, mother's day holds the same emotional charge.

Some people would call me nice for coming with my mother on a trip to New Mexico this weekend. Others would say it was necessary. You know, I have the free time and she invited me... so why not? Well once I got to the airport I realized the answer to that very question. Because my mother is a delusional worrywart who can't keep herself grounded in reality. Hey, not a bad description. When writing in my journal yesterday, I used the words "wrapped in a straightjacket of anxiety." I think both phrases do her justice.

Instead of complaining about the terrible time I had, which it wasn't, and the resentment I have for coming in the firstplace, not true, I will talk about how it was a learning experience. Most times people see their situations as linear; few variables, little room for adjustment and inherently trapping. I am trying to approach this trip from a different angle. Anything that changes me for the better was a good experience. Lets try and find some truth in all this :)

Lets start with something minute. Normally my mother will act like an asshole to people that serve her. Generally not receptionists at places she visits regularly or assistants she speaks with on the phone - but random workers. Taxi cab drivers, porters, reservation takers, waiters, etc. I have never understood it. She will be snotty and somewhat rude.

I have to get on the plane. More later.