I love my mom.
I called her as I was going to get dinner to check up on how her new job is going. I tell her that I’ve been in the library all day, and she immediately asks if I’m with anyone.
Of course, I’m not. I rarely do like to be with people if I’m actually trying to get work done. But, when I tell her I’m alone, she suddenly gets really worried.
“Are you eating with anybody?”
“No…?”
“Why not? Where is everyone?”
“I don’t know. I don’t really keep tabs on my roommates anymore. There’s no point. They’re either in class, in the dorm, or at the library somewhere veeeery separate from me.”
“…”
“I usually eat alone anyway, so it’s no big deal.”
“Oh, Melody, what do you mean you always eat alone? Are you and your friends okay? Do you even have friends?” (Added that last bit because that’s probably what she’s thinking after how often they just love to piss me off recently. Nothing awful in the past week, though, so that’s…progress, maybe?)
“We’re fine; I just like to eat alone most of the time. I don’t need constant chatter when I’m trying to digest a meal. It’s fine; I’m fine. Chill.” (Plus, the less time I’m around them, the less opportunity they have to actually piss me off. I think it’s a win-win situation.)
“Oh, okay, well, I hope you have a good rest of the week. I love you, and I’ll see you Saturday.”
“You, too, Mom.”
I really do love how she gets concerned about me. Seriously, she’s not a typical mom who sort of expresses concern when she feels it’s necessary, but then does nothing much about it. When my roommates were doing all kinds of shit to piss me off recently, she was adamant about coming up to the dorm and doing nothing short of cussing them out.
“I’ll do it! I swear I will! You just let me know!”
“As much as I would love to see that, Mom, it isn’t necessary. Tempting, but not necessary.”
I’m just really thankful for the love my parents show me daily, and I really wish more people had parents more like mine. Nothing is worse than hearing stories from kids, my age or not, whose parents treat them like they’re nothing.
I swear, if I had the means, I would drop-kick every single one of those so-called “parents” right into the ground. I don’t even remotely know how to drop-kick someone, but I would learn specifically for the occasion.
