My Mom the Matchmaker
I was walking around Fairfield High's Arts and Crafts show last weekend when I saw a mirror with that saying engraved around the edge. I didn't know whether to buy it for my mother or myself. I don't think many 17-year-old girls see a similarity between themselves and their mothers. That seems to come much later in life, if at all. But then again, most 17-year-old girls don't have a mother like mine. . .
My mother made a list of colleges she wanted me to consider based on the ratio of men to women: Connecticut College was at the top. . . 600 male cadets right across the street. My mother is a professional matchmaker and my brother and I are her biggest challenges.
Other third grade girls had arts and crafts parties, or pizza and video sleepovers. . . I had a boy/girl "silver disco" nighttime affair in my finished basement. Mom removed all the furniture, strung up white lights, pre-recorded all the music, and insisted that all the third grade boys arrive in ties and jackets. Their mothers said they would never come. Well, every one of them showed up, all decked out, to my mother's delight. My party was the social event of third grade. . . we still watch the video today!
Mom just loves romance, what else can I say? She made her first match when she was a freshman in college, and they just celebrated their 27th anniversary. She also unknowingly fixed up my dad's gay roommate with her lesbian 2nd cousin . . .they actually dated for months before breaking the news to each other, and then to my mom. She even arranged prom dates for four seniors two days before the prom, and considered starting a venture called "Prom Partners." Not at my high school, I warned her.
Back in seventh grade, when everyone was in the midst of their "first romance," Mom would always volunteer to drive the carpools home from school dances or the movies. If she saw a new couple sitting in the third seat in her rearview mirror and she thought, given a little extra time, that magical first kiss might take place, she would just keep driving around the block to give romance a chance. Needless to say, all of my friends loved her.
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“Coastal Carolina is too far away for you to come home when you have the chance.” Kaylee (my Girlfriend at the time) said to me in my first car as we talked about college choices. I told her about my acceptance to Coastal Carolina University I received from Mrs. Emmons (personal guidance counselor in high school) during a school day, early February. Kaylee’s words made me start a to question myself; “What other colleges can I choose?”. I came home and sat down with my parents in the living room with my Coastal Carolina acceptance letter in my hand and they were proud of me. I asked my parents the same question I asked myself earlier that day “What other colleges can I choose from?”. When
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The rifts between mothers and daughters continue to separate them, but as the daughters get older they become more tolerant of their mothers. They learn they do not know everything about their mothers, and the courage their mothers showed during their lives is astounding. As they get older they learn they do not know everything, and that their mothers can still teach them much about life. They grow closer to their mothers and learn to be proud of their heritage and their culture. They acquire the wisdom of understanding, and that is the finest feeling to have in the world.
Throughout my life my mom has always been selfless and generous- especially when it came to her children and grandchildren… ever putting her self last! SHE WAS MY EVERYTHING… Unlike my sister, I was the one that gave my parents their grey hair… It took me longer than most to mature, and the truth is- that’s putting it mildly. Yet through all the ups and downs, and all the times I would end up disappointing her expectations of me, one thing NEVER
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I am very grateful that she helped me how to ride a bike. My first bike was a blue Schwin. I loved that bike from the time it had training wheels to the time I got a new one. We started with the bike in the bike yard and mom would run either beside or behind me holding on and helping me keep my balance. When she let go I would fall and gets all kind of bruises then she would be mad that she let and I got hurt because of it. I eventually got better and we moved out to the street in front of the house, I loved how it felt to ride the bike on the pavement.
The Romans helped me get to where I am today. Without the Romans I may never have obtained a degree, seen the world and met my wife. On a crisp fall day in northern Vermont I was making my almost daily trip along U.S. route 2. The Romans could have built a better passage than the one I traveled several times a week between Michelle and school. Michelle, now my wife, helped me see that the path I was taking would not lead to an end point. She was a travel nurse from Philadelphia and I could tell at our first meeting she was not from Vermont. She had been a nurse for a decade; I had been pursing a degree in nursing for a similar amount of time. Half way into my ninety minute commute, I thought about my future with Michelle. The road with it’s frost heaves, dangerous curves, blind spots and speed changes would quickly bring me back to reality however on this day I realized U.S. route 2 mirrored my life.
When a girl is dreaming of going to college, living in a dorm is probably not in the array of things that are being dreamt of. Going to college is supposed to be about freedom and living in your own apartment or house, right? Who wants to live with another girl in a 10 x 15 room? Who wants to have to use a bathroom and shower that is shared among thirty other girls? Not many people would say yes to these questions. I know I certainly didn't when I was planning for college. When my mom told me that she wanted me to live in the dorm my freshman year, I was absolutely devastated. I had planned on having my own place. No matter how hard I tried to argue that a dorm was not a safe and healthy place for me to live, my mom came back with a never-ending list of why I should live in one. Now that I have spent almost three months of my college life in a dorm that houses over nine-hundred girls of my same age, I have come to realize that my mom was right in telling me that dorm life has its advantages.
The idea of meeting someone special for the first time is always portrayed as the most beautifully fated incident whether in books or movies. When I met my best friend for the first time, we didn’t bump into each other with papers from our books flying majestically in the air and we didn’t have a staring contest in the middle of a crowded hallway. We also certainly didn’t think we would end up being friends, let alone inseparably close to each other.
When I was young, I drew a picture of my mother. It was her standing in a yard with a house in the background. It wasn't our house, and my mother looked like anyone but herself. Dressed entirely in green, with green hair and a green expression on her green face, she stood in front of a green two-story house surrounded by a green landscape. Green was her favorite color, and I wanted to make a surprise out of the drawing for her.