That is a phrase I have said so often and then followed with a story of a sci-fi movie or book that I absolutely loved. I'm starting to think that the only person I am still fooling is me.
Here's the story:
Let me share a little bit about my mom. She was absolutely amazing. She was kind of a hippie and she always encouraged me to express myself.
Cowboy chaps to go to the grocery store? Great! Lace Madonna gloves in Kindergarten? You Go Girl! Glitter make-up in 5th grade? Go for it! 1996, belly button piercing (she HAS to say NO, right?)? Sure, maybe I'll get one too!
*facepalm*
I remember my friends calling the house and asking to talk to my mom. She was just cool. She was crafty and funny and silly and artistic. She would take us to the movies and we actually WANTED her to hang out.
But as a teenager, it was really hard to be rebellious. My 15th birthday present was a tattoo. (My dad thought it was fake well into the 2000's)
There was one, and only one, way. She was a sci-fi junkie. All of it. Isaac Asimov, Star Trek, Star Wars, Dr. Who, Dark Shadows, Larry Niven, Philip Jose Farmer, C.S. Lewis, The Hobbit, Madeline L'Engle, War of the Worlds, those ape movies... she loved them all.
So I wasn't gonna.
That's right. I didn't watch Star Wars, I cringed at late night movies with Elvira introducing them, and I only read The Hobbit because she paid me.
It was my big plan of rebellion. Finally, I could feel the pain of all the other youth of America. I couldn't be a true artist without some sort of parent sob story and this was mine.
One problem... this stuff was good. Have you ever even seen Dr. Who or read The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe? IT'S AMAZING. So, like most artistic people with overly allowing parents, I became a sci-fi junkie. Sure, I could keep it quiet most of the time. Barely anyone found out. My World of Warcraft friends weren't social enough to tell anyone on me. Nobody had to know.
Then, one day, I woke up and my mom wasn't here any more. Just like that, she was gone. I was so grateful for the amazing woman who shaped me, who let me be me, who loved science fiction and the daughter who didn't. So, in her honor, the time has come:
I'm saying it loud and proud. I'm a total nerd and I love it. I'm enjoying discovering all the things I proudly disavowed and it's making me such a cool person.
I mean, just don't tell anyone.
Here's the story:
Let me share a little bit about my mom. She was absolutely amazing. She was kind of a hippie and she always encouraged me to express myself.
Cowboy chaps to go to the grocery store? Great! Lace Madonna gloves in Kindergarten? You Go Girl! Glitter make-up in 5th grade? Go for it! 1996, belly button piercing (she HAS to say NO, right?)? Sure, maybe I'll get one too!
*facepalm*
I remember my friends calling the house and asking to talk to my mom. She was just cool. She was crafty and funny and silly and artistic. She would take us to the movies and we actually WANTED her to hang out.
But as a teenager, it was really hard to be rebellious. My 15th birthday present was a tattoo. (My dad thought it was fake well into the 2000's)
There was one, and only one, way. She was a sci-fi junkie. All of it. Isaac Asimov, Star Trek, Star Wars, Dr. Who, Dark Shadows, Larry Niven, Philip Jose Farmer, C.S. Lewis, The Hobbit, Madeline L'Engle, War of the Worlds, those ape movies... she loved them all.
So I wasn't gonna.
That's right. I didn't watch Star Wars, I cringed at late night movies with Elvira introducing them, and I only read The Hobbit because she paid me.
It was my big plan of rebellion. Finally, I could feel the pain of all the other youth of America. I couldn't be a true artist without some sort of parent sob story and this was mine.
One problem... this stuff was good. Have you ever even seen Dr. Who or read The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe? IT'S AMAZING. So, like most artistic people with overly allowing parents, I became a sci-fi junkie. Sure, I could keep it quiet most of the time. Barely anyone found out. My World of Warcraft friends weren't social enough to tell anyone on me. Nobody had to know.
Then, one day, I woke up and my mom wasn't here any more. Just like that, she was gone. I was so grateful for the amazing woman who shaped me, who let me be me, who loved science fiction and the daughter who didn't. So, in her honor, the time has come:
I'm saying it loud and proud. I'm a total nerd and I love it. I'm enjoying discovering all the things I proudly disavowed and it's making me such a cool person.
I mean, just don't tell anyone.
Your mom sounds like an amazing lady... in the short time since we have been connecting I think you are super 'cool' & want to say this:
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She would be very proud:)
*cries* love you snerd!
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