My poor mother....

I find myself saying this alot. It makes me wonder- if my belief that we chose our families is true I'm thinking my mom may have had to be convinced to take me in. I'm the youngest of six and each of us are so vastly different you would never really even peg us for siblings. Each has their own spunk, a tinge of tactlessness, and drive in all kinds of different directions. My parents definitely had their hands full with each of us...so don't think my siblings are saints. But I think that I just may be the cause of a lot of gray hairs for my poor mother. haha.

My poor mother....fears for my life on a daily basis. Now I know that all parents fear for their children's lives on a somewhat regular basis but this is different. I don't know exactly when my thrill-seeking started, but I remember clearly coming home from my first trip to Havasupai (oh yeah there have been 5) and we had jumped off waterfalls, I came home beat up and gashed all over the place from my klutzy-ness, we had gotten stuck in a flashflood where I ended up dislocating a knee and getting hypothermia, etc. Coming home and telling my mom how AWESOME it all was - my poor mother did not appreciate. I've since come home and told her about a few other adventues and now...my poor mother has formally requested that I don't tell her what I doing on these "adventures" until I am home safe.

My poor mother has to deal with me. For those of you who know me best know that I don't mess around and I don't do well sugar-coating. I'm very blunt and although I do have some tact...it's very straight forward...especially with my mother. I love her and I think she's an amazing woman. But I am honest and I'm opinionated. My mother and I have worked together on a variety of projects and she is QUITE aware that I like things a certain way and my way will typically win. I'm a list girl too which is a killer for her. When my sister was getting married I took on the wedding planning and I presented my mother a list of things she needed to do...and it had deadlines too. And you KNOW I was right there checking on her progress. My poor mother.

My sister was in town this last weekend and I went over on Monday and spent the day at my mom's house just hanging out. Of course the conversation turned to my dating life, which it always does when you are the only single child. My poor mother...has been hoping that one of these champs that I choose to date will someday take me away and put her out of her misery. I think she has mentally planned my wedding at least a dozen times. I've tried to spare her a few times by not even telling her when I had a boyfriend just so she wouldn't get her hopes up. And the situation has worsened as I have become older and slightly less naive.

My poor mother...I'm not a shy one and I typically will say things for shock value. So when the situation arose and my sister asked about the guys I was seeing at the time I was frank about the situation and I explained that right now I'm not thrilled about anyone. No one is a major player at the moment and I'm just going on dates and not getting attached. Now my family always has something to say about pickyness or something like that so I was quick to explain that right now I know two types of men: one type you talk to and have a good time, but you have no physical attraction to and the second time is the one you just make-out with and once they start talking they've ruined it all. As soon as I said this - my poor mother who was laying down on the couch (and I supposed she was asleep) throws her hand up and covers her eyes and starts to laugh. My poor mother. haha.

But at the end of the day...my poor mother loves me and she is proud of me. She wants what's best for me...and I love my poor mother.