Hipstercrite Life


Today I was going to post a guide to Postmodern Tourism, but decided instead to talk about my Momma.

My Momma was born in 1950 in a small town in Upstate, New York. She still lives in that town. In fact, she still lives in the house she grew up in. When she was 24, her father passed away and gave her the house. It was the house she brought my Daddy into and the house I grew up in. It’s a modest house, but it was always filled with screaming kids, Will Smith CDs blaring from the stereo, and love.

I grew up an only child with a single mother. My Dad left when I was a little girl. Heartbroken that her family fell apart, my mother did her best to raise me alone. She brought home poverty level earnings from my grandmother’s clothing store on a dying Main Street, but working for the family afforded her time to pick me up from school and attend every band concert, soccer game, and play. If it was difficult for my mother, I did not know because she made sure I didn’t see it. The few times she cried, I yelled at her. My mother was to be a stoic pillar and nothing else. Mothers are not human- they are better than everyone else- and admitting that my mother was human was not an option.

My mother grew up in the picture perfect middle class 1950’s home. Her father was a handsome engineer and her mother, a beautiful owner of a thriving women’s clothing store. Carl was distant. After coming home from the war we went to bed early and didn’t share his thoughts. His significantly younger and outgoing wife dealt with this as long as she could until one day she left him. My mother was in her freshman year of college when the news came and her father sent her letters confused as to why my grandmother left him. Not long after he died. A stroke at 60 years of age. My mother has never told me how she felt about her parents divorcing or her father dying. Maybe her father was distant enough not to make her feel close. Maybe this bothered her more than she ever told anyone.

Coloring inside the lines has not proved exciting for my mother. Though she is happy and content, she lived the life she thought people wanted her too. She forgave an education at FIT to help her mother run the family business. She got married at 27 and had a child at 33. Her mortgage is paid off and her bills consist of groceries, utilities, and food and toys for the Jack Russell Terrier that quickly filled the empty nest. Brenda has been safe her entire life and at 60 years of age she wants a change. She’s bored. She wants to be closer to her daughter and her daughter wants to be closer to her. She wants to travel the world and go to art galleries and museums and natural wonders. She wants to be stimulated and she deserves nothing less.

Mom, I wish I was there with you this Mother’s Day. I wish I was there to spontaneously grab lunch with you, to help you take Grandma and Lionel to the doctor’s, to take walks around the neighborhood, to go shopping, or to sit by the edge of the pool and talk about everything. I wish I could take you across the world to meet interesting people and to try unique foods- even though you probably wouldn’t try half of it. I think about you every day and I want you to know that even though I’m 27 and still fight back when you tell me to do something, or snap at you when I’m in a bad mood, or tell you’ll I’ll call you right back and don’t until the next day, you’re the most important person in my life and I thank you for making me who I am. I’m proud to be your daughter.

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  • Reply Colleen May 6, 2011 at 3:56 pm

    Sounds to me like a long trip to Austin is in order for your momma!

  • Reply Roxanne and Lorraine May 6, 2011 at 4:13 pm

    This is beautifully honest. A little heartbreak, a little happiness, a little mystery and a lot of honesty.

    Also, Will Smith CD's?? Really, mom? 🙂


  • Reply Marie A May 6, 2011 at 6:20 pm

    This made me cry. In a good way. I think it is because of my perspective of being a mom myself now. I look at my son and realize that he probably feels a lot of the same things I feel for my mom. It is overwhelming to think you need to be that person, but also comforting to know that you probably can be.

  • Reply KeLLy aNN May 6, 2011 at 7:40 pm

    Kudos to You.

    My grandmother was the Mother I needed; I'm the Mother I wanted for My Self.

    and it Rocks.

    One of the worst moments in Growing Up is: realizing Your Parents are Human. it's just….weird.

    Happy Mothers Day to Lauren's Mom!

  • Reply Hipstercrite May 6, 2011 at 7:59 pm

    @Colleen- Mom and I have an 8-day trip through Canada planned for end of June/beginning of July. Very excited!

    @Roxanne & Lorraine- Thanks! Yep, Mom loved her Will Smith. And Right Said Fred.

    @Marie A- Aww…thanks! As I've gotten older, I've begun to understand all that my Mom did for me. I don't think I'll truly understand until I have a child though. All the sacrifices moms makes.

    @Kelly Ann- Happy Mother's Day to you, Kelly Ann!

  • Reply One Blonde Girl May 6, 2011 at 8:16 pm

    How sweet and touching. It's tough being so far from family. My step-grandmother still lives there, and she still has breakfast everyday at the same restaurant on Main Street, just like she and my grandfather did when he was still alive. (It's sad to think it's been over ten years since I saw her last.) I hope you make it back up there to see your family soon.

  • Reply Adrienne May 6, 2011 at 9:32 pm

    I told myself I won't cry. It's amazing how a post like this can make me feel like a shitty daughter. Thanks a lot! lol

  • Reply Brooke Farmer May 7, 2011 at 9:22 am

    I'm totally crying.

    And not about my mom as I should be, because she deserves all the accolades the world has to offer.

    But about my son who, I fear, will never feel this way about me.

  • Reply Hannah Miet May 8, 2011 at 12:30 am

    Beautiful, Lauren.

  • Reply cyclopaedia May 10, 2011 at 12:56 am

    I love this post. I just came back and reread it because it's so lovely. It made me reflect on my mother and what she has done for me and write my own post about what our relationship means to me. Thanks for reminding me what it means to have such a wonderful mother.

  • Reply Johanna May 10, 2011 at 8:16 pm

    Ok you made me cry. Bah. Miss my mom even though she makes me nuts. They should be neighbors.

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