“Where can get the best deal on tickets to fly there and see you?”…said my mom on the phone last weekend.
“You want to come here?” I replied
“Yes, we (my stepfather, Tom) have some time off right around your birthday and we would like to come see you.”
“Mom, we would love to have you guys but you REALLY need to understand what you’re getting into. I mean, it might disappoint you being it’s your first time in Alaska period…”
“I know that”
“Are you sure? I mean, there is NOTHING to do here. You’ll hang out here at the house, maybe up at the store while we work, we can take a ride on the 4-wheeler, well I mean we can have fun, that’s not what I meant, there are things to do but we have to make our fun.”
“So? It’ll be a different culture, and I want to see you.”
“oooooookay…but if you hate it don’t blame me”
Now I feel really bad, someone actually wants to come up here to our desolate albeit charming little village not to mention it’s my MOTHER and here I am discouraging her.
I’m such a bad daughter. And the bad thing is, I haven’t heard from her since.
I love you mommy! Come see your daughter, your baby girl, the one you carried in your womb for nine months (hoping the guilt trip is working), it’d be the best birthday present ever! Honestly!
Why do I do these things to myself?