Moms are the best if you need to understand anything about yourself. They have a way of talking to you that makes complete sense and clarifies everything. Someone else can say the exact same thing, or try to get to the exact same point, but they can never reach you like your mom. Well, at least it’s like that with my mom. She is the closest person to me in thinking and understanding. (And in looks, so lucky me! But hopefully not in insanity - she really is cooked.)
If ever I need directions, the 1st person I call is my mom, as she will explain them to me PERFECTLY, without even having to use a road name. She just knows the way I think.
So last night I mentioned to my folks my recent upset feelings. My mom cuts it down to, “You cannot be angry. Anger is bad to have inside of you and you must let it out. I am going to buy you 10 dozen eggs and you are going to throw them about the tennis court and get the anger out. No no no. You definitely cannot keep anger in you. It will just fester.”
My dad put up some protest about so many eggs being chucked about his court, but my mom said there was no other solution.
I have been completely aware of the anger I have inside of me for the past 2 months. I have been getting irrationally angry with EVERYTHING from certain Government ministers to my flatmate, who has barely even been around during that time. Hearing my mom explain it, while waving a glass of champagne about, made me realise that yes, it maybe is that simple. Release the anger and just forgive (my sweet dad’s suggestion was the forgiveness; as you just have to accept people for what they are, even if that is &*#^!*!!). Forgive certain ‘elements’ for the treatment of me and my ‘kids’ and career-related friends.
So I guess there is nothing more for it but for it to be me, a tennis court, and one hundred and twenty eggs for a couple of hours.
My mom then proceeded to put ice into the expensive champagne I bought them, much to my horror, while my dad went and hid the chocolates I’d given both of them, as if he left them out my mom would eat them in one sitting. They both know and accept this.
I asked whether he really thought after 30 years Mom didn’t know every single one of his hiding places. “No, she doesn’t!”, my dad stated proudly while my mom said that it’s true, that he is now hiding his chocolates in the strangest places. Why, just the other day she picked up some brass bowl in the lounge only to discover a chocolate.
If nothing else, one visit to my parents has me bemused enough to lose all anger!
On to a completely other topic: I know that you have all been avidly following the International AIDS conference in Toronto & picking up on such stories as:
Manto's Aids exhibit 'despicable'
Sigh. Maybe not all my anger is irrational.