well, not entirely; can’t go around telling strangers all about my mother.
today is mother’s day, and i made sure to order an arrangement of flowers from the web site virtual florist. the delivery arrived saturday morning, and according to my little sister, my mother liked them, the flowers. from the site i chose a happy confection, appropriately named ‘cotton candy,’ 13 inches in height, 11 inche
s in width, a bouquet of whites and pinks. i was primarily seeking carnations because my mother likes carnations (a very ‘korean’ thing, if you ask me). i personally would’ve chosen an arrangement of pink roses, but it’s not son’s day, it’s mother’s day.
my mother and i have a very close relationship, but it’s the kind of relationship that is best kept at a distance. the closer we are in space the more annoyed we are with one another. she pushes my buttons like no one can, and i don’t back down from a fight, either. we are, however, very alike in personality. we both hold grudges, we are both neat freaks, we both strive for perfection, and we both think we’re better than everyone else. what can i say? i’m my mother’s son.
i’m going to call her in about thirty minutes to wish her a happy mother’s day. i’ll spend most of the conversation mumbling and responding with uhs and uh-huhs. it’s not what we say to each other that matters; it’s that i called.
