Well, I’m not saying I’m excellent as my mom, but I have not performed poorly as a mother. Though a lot of moms today do not desire to be like their own mothers; on my own part, I’m doing everything possible to be like my mom – I really wish my mother left a book written about her motherhood. Anyway, the college I attended had a roster of men more than women, yet I maintained my stance. Even my career afterwards was dominated by men, yet it did not move me – I was as confident as those men. When my career wanted to come in between me and my home, I overlooked the juicy take-home pay and considered my family first. I definitely wasn’t a spoil brat growing up.
I can hardly forget an important moment between me and my mother – that was several years back while in my senior year in high school. A friend threw a party, not involving parents – and alcohol was part of the partying. I informed my mom about the party a week earlier – she practically seemed to be quiet about it. The girl in question is my regular girlfriend. Then, on the D-day, I struggled so much within me whether I should tell my mom or not as I dressed for the party. Just like yesterday, I can still picture the scene on that night as I stepped out to look for my mom.
I did not hide the fact that my friend’s parents were away, and that one of the invitees would bring alcohol along. My mother’s response turned out to be opposite of what I expected – mom dropped the book in her hand momentarily and looked straight into my eyes; then she said, “Hannie, I’m confident in your decisions, I know you will carry yourself appropriately”. Then she added, “If you can’t handle it, just give me a call” – then she had her eyes fixed back on her book. Mom did not yell, argue or forbid me from going to that party. The trust my mom had on me was such that she believed I couldn’t do anything that would disgrace her.
That brings me to the question: what made her trust me so much?
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