Today I spent a good long while with my mother, while volunteering for a cause that she has a great deal of investment and conviction, and counted as community service hours for myself so I can graduate come december. It was actually a really nice day, and I felt to me it was beneficial when I happened upon a little girl that reminded me so much of myself when I was a little girl.. As we chatted, I realized how impressionable she was, how lonely she was, and a bit of curiosity when she didn't find the activities the other children were doing very entertaining. For starters, there was a very broad spectrum of activies from Karate, Basketball, and Cheerleading(Which made ME cringe, ewe.), and after having my little chat with her there was an arts and crafts project. She seemed shy, but in all honesty I believe she was not really interested in what was going on.. and after sitting on the ground with her and playing in the dirt with her (which is where I found her, and I used to do the very same thing!) she opened up to me and actually looked me in the eyes and smiled. As it turns out, she likes to dance, and she likes to make up her own moves. However, she didn't like what they were doing. So instead of partaking in those activities, she took it upon herself to find something she enjoyed. Unfortunately, it was alone in the grass, where all of the other volunteers happened upon her saying who knows what, but walking away with a, "I just don't know" shrug and carrying on. She also let me in on how she likes to draw, and paint, and make things. I asked her what kinds of things, and her response just made me smile so big. She said, "ALL KINDS OF THINGS!" with so much pride, so much personality, and it was as though someone had opened the door to her world, and now she felt good. We continued to talk, and she talked more during that span of time we were together, than she had the entire time she was there. Wow, to children. They are just so full of this energy, and desire, and wonderlust for the world, and how sad it made me feel to think about when she leaves, what next? She felt alone for a reason.. I only hope she can take what I told her and remember it. I would hate for her to feel the way I felt coming up.. but talking with her, someone who is not built to attack me, who hasn't the capacity to gain benefit from doing such, was quite therapeutic. And I genuinely felt good reaching her level. She will be something fabulous, under the correct conditions. Oh, I so hope.
You all may not know what my current situation that I am dealing with, but some of it does involve my mother directly. You can read my blog if you desire, link http://meladorian.blogspot.com/. Anywho, as I said before I spent a great deal of time with her today. I had planned on mentioning to her some of the things I have happened to figure out recently, as a heads up for further conversation when we had time alone to truely discuss it. Over lunch, I brought forth the issues I had noticed of myself. Gently, mind you, because I wanted her to hear the whole thing. I let her know the generalization, and the issues that have come to my attention as seriously detrimental practices of protection.. and my anxieties.. and where it stems from. I didn't really expect for her to go nuts, but at the same time I have not had this conversation with her ever. She actually, opened up to me better than I expected. The kicker was, I told her the truth. I didn't sugar coat it. She asked, if she was involved, whether she got a smiley face or a frownie face when it came down to it.. and I told her, "Mom. You have given me many tools that have made dealing with these issues I have discovered possible to sort out. You taught me to be openminded, and to never jump to conclusions. You allowed me to figure things out on my own, without fighting it as some parents would. But I cannot lie to you here, and tell you that I feel you did your part as my mother during those years." She blinked. She nodded. She did not fight me. She did not argue. She did not instill guilt. She did not change the subject. She looked me in the eyes, and she told me, " Then we will talk. I am so sorry you feel this way. We will talk when you are ready."
WOW.
Did that just go a little too well? I mean, I really felt no anxiety. I didn't feel angry. I felt... relieved. We have not gone to the depths yet, But now I know, I have an opportunity where when I do, I run a really high chance of actually working through some of the issues that do involve her. Mostly my stepdad. But she married the bastard..and she was the one who was supposed to protect me from it.
Later this afternoon, I was telling her about some books that I was wanting for Christmas (thats pretty much all I want) and how I didn't think that I would get them; So, I went ahead and got the ones I was pretty sure I wouldn't be getting for christmas because they were not on amazon (Stef's books, tee-hee). She then asked me, what kind of books? Well, I said "Philosopy and Truth." She blinked again.. she smiled.. I didn't know what she was going to say, and I almost felt uncomfortable when she said, "I have been delving in to understanding all religions. I got an audiobook on Buddhism and it was actually very very interesting." My reaction: Excuse me? Mother? Am I talking to my mother???
Mind F**K!!! lol....
I was thinking about it on the way home. I had to send her a text message saying, "buddhism, eh?" She responded that she is to stay catholic yet understand & respect all beliefs." I responded with, "even our atheist friends? ( I have not admitted this to her yet.)"
"Even them."
Well, it led to the discussion again as to why she wants to do this, just out of curiosity. She continued on saying, that it is important to understand why you believe what you believe, view all of your options, and from there you have a better understanding of what you believe as a whole.
Okay, so perfect opportunity to throw the ball. I started asking her some questions (she broke down and called me), some of the questions I have asked myself, challenging her answers, and just having a genuine conversation that I cannot even have with my best friend. I practically admitted that I don't believe in god anymore, and she even stated that if one were to believe what I was proposing, that she actually doesn't see where there is room to argue, because it is in fact quite valid.She admitted where my points exceeded that of her logic. She also said, that with such arguments as mine, that I have alot of good points, and it shows that I really have been thinking things through.SHe didn't denounce god, but she didn't shut me down either. She also didn't go on a mission to save my soul. How wonderful IS that?????
So my question is, who kidnapped my mother?
My feelings are... good. Very, very good. Wow. Amazing. I never thought my mother.... Till next time. Sorry this was so long. I guess I have alot to say today.