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| A Reflection Of Mother's Day ...
Dear Tim, Hope you have a good Mother's day. I did not call my mother on this particular day, however I talked her the day before and after. Bought into American culture in the past I would always think it wouldn't be right if one didn't call one's mother on Mother’s day. In recent years, I realize it's not so. not that there's something wrong calling own mother on mother's day. Just a realization matured over the years helps me to truly understand what it is important is to talk always with your mother, in frequent communications. Actually in the past my mother called me more than I her. It has been going on like this for decades and I didn't feel a thing strange about it. Only in recent 5,6 years I started making more phone calls to her, most calls were brief though, often less than a minute. that was started probably the time right after I moved to Vegas after divorce. at first I was little uneasy mixed with a bit surprised that she didn't express any noticing in my changed behavior, then I realized that it maybe in her mind that's the way should have been. Now it is the way we always are, every 2, 3 days either she calls or I call. I wish one day we could do that, regardlessly what's going on in each other’s daily living. This reminds me of an old friend who once lived in Denver, Colorado back in the days of my Colorado Springs years. Linda was an old-school Chinese lady who has only one daughter. Several years ago, she moved to New York to do business. She became an owner of a specialty store nearby New York’s Time Square importing beautiful table cloths from China, her daughter is old enough already helping her in the store. Her business is booming and she is doing very well. A few months later, Her daughter got pregnant with a local young Chinese from mainland China who worked in a restaurant and soon her daughter gave birth to a boy. So Linda has a grandchild. 3, 4 years ago I was on the phone with her, chit-chatting, telling me she enjoyed very much of her grand kid... "then you're not upset no more with your daughter?" I interrupted the conversation with a little curiousity. "well, it doesn't matter any more ,..." she replied. "we used to be very close, " I said I know. "are you still close?" I asked again. "yeah, we call each other every day," she told me, "and sometimes several times a day. it's very normal. it's been like that always. " (meaning before her daughter had a boy friend and after she had a child from this boy friend...) "well that's interesting, what were there to talk about even several times a day?!" I wondered. "misc. stuff," "you know..." she added. "I always want to know she is fine and she me," she added volunteerily. At that time “this is probably a women thing” just passed thru my mind. Right then she threw me a bomb. "I do the same with my mother in Denver too." Probably I won't remember now how I hung up the phone ending the conversation with her that day, but I will always remember the shock(?)/awe(?)/surprise/amazement that I had about hearing this woman strange behavior via my back-then engineer's mind, of which I now embrace it and any similar fashions of it entirely as a grown man. Happy Mother’s Day, son! May 11, 2010 By Pagesound, re-editted May 23, 2010 Las Vegas, Nevada (C) 2010 Pagesound, All Rights Reserved. Violators will be pursued to the full extent of the law. Nov-7-2011, edited the title a bit. -- ps. |
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