Midnite Snacks and Chats

I just had one of those moments; it reminded me of the time when I first heard my mother say a curse word. It was on the ride home from my Syracuse interview in Baltimore. I was so surprised just because she, unlike me, does not curse like a sailor and pepper her speech with well chosen swear words.

Tonite we had a midnite snack chat.. although it was a sort of trap more than anything else. Whenever she feels the need to impart me with pearls of wisdom (although I'll be the first to admit that she does on occasion have some very smart and sensible things to say) she gets me while we have a nibble before bed. She wanted to talk to me about my resume, and from there it evolved into a talk that was about direction in life, what do you want to do with yourself, your career.. that kind of deep probing conversation. And it was in this conversation that I realized (rather self-centeredly I suppose) that she did in fact have a life and career of her own before she had her children.


I'm glad that she is not too worried about me though, she just wants to make sure I'm happy in whatever it is that I do. While the conversation scared the shit out of me, I still feel that warm and fuzzy feeling because my mom cares enough about me to bother me and harass me about all these things so that I can succeed.

Now if I only I got to work on that resume...