How to sum up my mother.
When I was a kid, one year for Christmas my dad bought my mom a night shirt that read “Spoiled Rotten Bitch.”
It was her favorite night shirt of all time.
My mother has called me a Son of a Bitch so frequently I tell people I wear that name as a badge of honor to honor my mother.
When I told her this her response was “You damn well better.”
This could be why I love the song Hair of the Dog by Nazareth.
“Now you’re messin’ with a Son of a bitch.”
Do you see how I seemed to have no other choice but to become The Rock N Roll Shaman?
I love my Mom. We don’t always get along. She is still a devote Christian who reads her bible regularly and is still not convinced I am not possessed by Satan, though she has stopped trying to cast him out of me.
If you have never dealt with a Hungarian woman, let me put it this way. If I was going to be scared of anyone, it would be my mom and she doesn’t scare me because I am her baby boy.
As much as I try to be a grown ass man, my mother will never stop seeing the baby boy. How many other sons have this problem?
My mother is also a very strong Empath and it’s where I get it from while my dad is the Medium and Telepath that I get those skills from. For me it means I am sensitive to every kind of energy and its all my parents fault. haha
My mom is also very intelligent, both parents are, however they are a product of their upbringing and societal programming that their generation was subjected to. Hence why we argue far too frequently. At times it feels like I am raising them and in some ways always has.
My mom is about the only one I make at least some effort with to not say “fuck” around her. The rest of I will say “fuck” no matter who you think you are. A lesson on of my Aunts learned the hard way after trying to chastise me on Facebook a few years ago. Here’s why.
I have authority issues and refuse to allow anyone to think they have any authority over me.
The first time my parents saw me after I left in 1992 for Air Force basic training, they realized that I understood that legally they could never tell me what to do again. They understood I would do as I pleased with my life regardless of what they thought or how they felt.
This happened in part after watching my mother not give a flying fuck about what her sisters thought and doing it her way anyway. She has 4 older sisters who still try to run her life and still see her as the baby of the family. No one ever gave my mother credit for her mind. The greatest crime my mothers life has seen.
This woman who really does not like the word fuck is the same woman who taught me this trick.
She stuck her hands out in front of her and wiggled her fingers and asked “Do you know what this is?”
Then she flipped me off with both hands and said “A whole flock of these.” I was 12.
That’s the easiest way to sum my mom. I love her.