Monday, April 09, 2012

Spoiled Brat Moment

My mom spent Friday at the hospital with Aunt Annette.

She had a few tests. They met with a second team of doctors, discussed a treatment plan and decided to go for it. Aunt Annette received her first round of chemotherapy while they were there.

My mom called me when she got back to Aunt Annette’s house – Aunt Annette only lives a few miles away from me – to give me an update on the day.

I asked my mom earlier in the week if she would help me hang a few pictures in my bedroom. I have a couple of things I’ve been meaning to hang since I moved in but never quite knew how and where to hang them. In addition to being brilliant and compassionate, my mom has a great eye for things like that.

Since she would be at Aunt Annette's a few times during the week – and, since it wouldn’t take too long, I asked for her help.

At the end of her update about Aunt Annette, she slips in that she’s going to head straight home. “I’m not going to come over to help you hang up pictures, okay?”

That was fine, I told her. Perfectly fine. And then I proceeded to hang up the phone and throw a fit. All I wanted was my mom’s help with one thing. One quick, simple, tiny little thing and she can’t give me 20 minutes of her time because she is too busy helping everyone else.

It wasn’t my finest moment. I am not proud of myself. I knew that I was being irrational but I still had to bite my lip to keep myself from crying because she is my mom and I want her help and I want her input and she doesn’t have any time for me and that feels crappy even at the age of 29.

Sometimes sharing your mom is hard.


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