Dear Mom,
So I saw that Subaru commercial where the dads talking to his daughter, who -mind you- is sitting in the car with him talking to her from outside of the passenger window. As he’s talking he is the center of view, like from that of a nervous mother peering from over his shoulder, or from that of the teen as she looks up at him as heâs talking to her. He’s being the lamest dad ever, giving her all kinds of directions, like what to do in a case of emergency, and to call him if anything blah blah blah. A Pain in the ass . Until you finally get to see his daughter, from his point of view, sitting there in the car. Keys dangling in the ignition, windows down, she sits there in the drivers seat, in a pamper, sucking her thumb like she did when she still wet the bed. That was before she used to come home from school adorning her latest creations of artwork on her clothing. No, more innocent, back when she used to crawl into bed next to her mom, asking for milkie, sucking her thumb.
That’s when I noticed the TV screen had changed, with the commercial coming to an end with the view moving back to the dad, then to the daughter again, only this time more accurately representing the legal driving age.
That’s when I came to a profound realization. I became aware that even though they may make me tired, they may piss me off to the point of screaming, or to exhaustion, the three little pimples known to me as my little cousins -Jordan, Buddha, and Tobi- are now a significant part of my life. No matter what may come in the future, I’ve invested so much time and energy with these three little ones that they will always be just that to me, no matter what the age.
But also in watching the commercial I also got chance to see things from my elders view, my mom’s in particularly. Now I get why she’s always being such a pain in the butt -like the dad is in the car commercial- and why she’s always texting me what u doin’ or calling me to see if I made it to work on time. Now I understand why she leaves me such ‘unique’ voicemails when I ignore her call, especially when the reason behind her call is the reason I’m ignoring it in the first place. Funny thing is, the answer’s always been there right in front of my face in plain view, only it took me twenty years and a lame Subaru commercial to get it.. She’s not texting me to see how annoyed I can get, or reprimanding me just because sheâs mad. It’s because she only wants the best for me, because she loves me. It’s because I’m her baby.
Always have, always will be.
Love ya too mom.