Mother's Day
To be quite honest, this holiest of maternal days hasn't been a huge event in my family. Maybe it's because my mother doesn't really know when Mother's Day is- at least i don't think she does. After all, Thailand's Mother's Day is the Queen's birthday, August 12th. Nonetheless, my dad, my two brothers, and i always get her a card and some flowers every second Sunday of May. Maybe she knows but just pretends not to know that it's Mother's Day. Maybe i'll ask her some time...
This year's Mother's Day was a little different. For one thing, i'm still here in the state of Michigan taking classes instead of at home buying the card from the CVS accross the street. Secondly, both my parents are in Thailand right now, probably buying stuff for our newly built house in Bangkok. So while everybody here for spring term whipped out their cell phones equipped with free nationwide long distance, and started calling home which is of course the FIRST number in everybody's phonebook, i just sat and thought about how i wasn't able to do that this time. It made me sad.
Growing up, i never really "hungout" with my parents. During my adolescent years, i definitely thought i was too "cool" to hangout with them. I graduated high school and couldn't wait to get out of the house, come here to Michigan, and live out the typical college life- on my own. But as the saying goes, absence makes the heart grow fonder. Not that i didn't love them before and being away made me love them more, it's just that i realized how much i missed my parents once they weren't by my side.
Being the youngest child in the house inherently meant that i would be the last one to leave. And once i did, i left my parents alone with nobody. My two brothers had already moved out to live with their respective wives, and i was the only one left in the house that was once bustling with three strapping young men and of course, my parents. I didn't even realize it while i was packing to leave for Michigan that it would only be my parents in the house. I guess you could say i was inconsiderate and insensitive for not considering that when accepting my spot here at the University of Michigan, but in my defense, i thought my brothers would still be around every now and then to visit mom and dad. And that they did, but of course only on weekends. Six out of seven days of the week (at best), my parents (my mom) are home alone. It makes me sad.
I guess my purpose of writing this blog is so that my mom knows that i was thinking about her yesterday. Or maybe i just wanted to tell her that everytime she tell me she loves me on the phone it brings a tear to my eye (she never said that to me before i came to Michigan). Or, to tell my mom that her coming up to see me dance at Dance Mix was one of the greatest experiences in my life. Or to just tell her that i love her too.
Who am i kidding, she'll never read this blog. After all, the last time i tried to teach my mom how to use a computer, she picked up the mouse like a TV remote and started pressing the buttons, motioning to the screen like it was a TV, waiting for the screen to change. Guess i'll have to buy her a CVS Mother's Day card and give it to her when i go back to NYC.
posted by pierre 2:57 AM
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