We came home yesterday just in time to enjoy an evening stroll around the neighborhood. Living in a complex of townhomes has its perks, like say meeting up a fellow neighbor on the sidewalk and actually striking up a meaningful conversation, albeit terse and succinct. I actually got to a name, Amy, and her son’s name, Xavier. He was lounging behind a bug net in his stroller casually sucking his fore- and middle finger. Xavier is only 9 months but has rolls of chubness that little Bubba will never see due to his inherited genes. Sorry little Bubba. Momma gave you the skinny gene.
What brought me, the worrywart insisting that there is a boogeyman lurking in every corner of our neighborhood, to want to come out and actually enjoy the remaining daylight with big and little Bubba? I saw my Mommy Crush. Yep, my Mommy Crush.
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As I typed the last sentence of my research paper, I remembered a video I recently saw online. The lyrics and video of the song reminded me of an insurmountable impasse that appeared to us today–an impasse we have faced numerous times before and one that we will forever face.
In the video you see a mother and daughter arguing. The tension was so strong that the daughter decides it was best for her to leave, so she packs her bags and walks out the door. You see her walking along the side of a stretch of an empty roam, most likely bemoaning her predicament and the hatred she feels for her mother. Seconds later, a car approaches from the left side. It must be the mother, you think. She has come for her daughter. The girl looks at the car, and robotically, with a blank face, she steps in front of it. The driver, a woman, looks horrified and swerves instantly to avoid hitting the girl. As she swerves, another car comes into the scene from the opposite end. Though the driver of the first car does miss the girl, she ends up coming face to face with the oncoming car, both cars locked in for a head-on collision. As the two cars engage in their tango, the girl looks on in horror.
The heads of the two cars finally touch and both collapse onto themselves in a tangle of metal and broken glass. Shards of glass flit about everywhere and then freeze mid-air to the surprise of the drivers and the girl. Time is at a stand-still. The woman drive remembers her silly argument with her little girls and husband, the man recalls fighting with his girlfriend, and the girl is reminded of the spat she had with her mother. They all remembered how big the situations were, how it consumed them body and soul, and how they just had to get away, get away for some time or for forever so they won’t have to face it again.
They remembered.
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Here again, I welcome another blog. Will this one last longer than the numerous others I have created? Time can only tell.
Well then, let’s get started…
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