Signs You No Longer Live at "Home"
Wherein Our
Heroine Beats a Theme to Death.
My mother knows more about her remote
control devices than I
do.
This is a sure sign that I
no longer live anywhere near my mother's home. I used to be the
remote-control-jockey supreme. I used to be the one who knew how to wire
everything, set up every stereo and negotiate every complex remote control
transaction.
Once, my mother
needed me.
In the flip-flop of
parent-child relationships, there are the times when the child needs the parent
to put together the bicycle, the Barbie Dream House, the Christmas morning
matchbox race track. Then there's the era of the parent needing the child for
the stereo, the VCR and the internet
connection.
Then the child
moves away and the parent must grow up and learn to cope on their own. I have
come to that point now.
So,
I worry about my mom. She lives alone in a brutal climate: snow and ice and
universal remotes.
I must
learn to let go.
Posted: Wednesday - April 14, 2004 at 06:39 AM
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