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Edited on Sun Jan-16-05 04:41 PM by neebob
Inside the Mind of My Bush-Loving Wingnut Mother (Or as Close as You're Gonna Get)
Late Friday night, I picked up a message that my mother had left on my answering machine at 3:30 pm.
"I know you're not home," she said (and rightly so, since I was at work), "but I just heard on the radio that there's been a big {snow} slide over at The Canyons, and a bunch of people are buried. I know you said {my 15-year-old son, who's about as obsessed as it gets with snowboarding} is careful, but I just really want you to impress upon him the danger of {going out of bounds} and make sure he doesn't enter those areas."
I don't remember her exact words, but she sounded all distraught and said a lot of things twice. She rambles when she's upset. What I posted is only the gist of the message, and it may sound normal to those who don't know Mombob. Believe me when I say it's not.
So here's me at 11:30 or so, realizing my mother had spent her afternoon worrying about my son, who's 400 miles away, when I had assured her just a few days earlier that the resort near our home isn't fraught with avalanche danger, and even if it was, he knows not to go out of bounds and wouldn't do the backcountry without a beacon. Mention snowboarding (or anything else that seems innocent but Mombob perceives as dangerous or immoral), get a lecture. Never mind how many times we've discussed her constant second-guessing of my parenting. It's infuriating. And it concerns me that she sits around worrying about so many things she has no control over. I think she has an anxiety disorder.
My dad used to say that her mother (my grandma) was a worry wart. At least she worried about things that had a fair chance of happening.
Not that I think it's a dumb idea to use an opportunity to reinforce a message. Because my mother had decided to do it for me and had spent the time and money leaving the message, I played it for my son - and of course he thought Grandma was nuts.
So now I'm screening calls until the avalanche story drops out of Mombob's consciousness - which could take a while, since it happened near her home. Otherwise, I might tell her to worry about something more realistic, like my son and my brother's three sons being shipped off to die in the next greedy bullshit war or the one after that or the one after that, and start an argument.
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