Dreams

When I was about 15 I heard a song on the radio. It knocked me flat on my back. It spoke to me the way music can only speak to you when you are a teenager. It was the most incredible song I’d ever heard. And the DJ did not announce the song title or artist.

I had a panic attack.

My mother called the radio station and found out what the song was. Being a teenager can be really rough, and the smallest gestures can mean the very most. My mom, being human, did not always do what I needed her to do — I have to tell you, she was deficient in the mind reading department. But that one tiny little thing, which sounds so insignificant when I write it out, was possibly the nicest thing she’s ever done for me.

I haven’t thought of that in nearly fifteen years. Tonight I’m watching My So-Called Life for the first time in nearly as long. When Patty comes in to give Angela the condom talk, she’s listening to The Cranberries. And it all came rushing back. And I thought, you know, the internet should know how awesome my mom is.

9 thoughts on “Dreams

  1. Min

    February 11, 2008 at 10:17pm

    I heart this story.

  2. Anne

    February 12, 2008 at 6:51am

    Yay! What a cool way to share a great story about your mom !!!

  3. Jenn

    February 12, 2008 at 11:05am

    Oh, great moms, The Cranberries, and My So Called Life.

    Excellent post!

  4. SilliGirl

    February 12, 2008 at 2:40pm

    Totally off-topic (thought I’m sure I could think of many things to say about the Cranberries–and great moms), I am so glad your color scheme is back to the original. I love this one. I guess it’s cool to change with the seasons, but the way it is now is my favorite. I’ve always liked the polka dots here!

    SilliGirl’s last blog post..MY STUDIO!!!!!!!!!

  5. Kjrstn

    February 12, 2008 at 6:04pm

    That was one of my favorite songs for a long time. :)

    Kjrstn’s last blog post..Hermione

  6. Nana

    February 13, 2008 at 9:35am

    What a wonderful Valentine from my lovely daughter! Also, you must know that I still regret the many times I know of that I was a deficient Mom, sometimes I feel like I fell short of your needs, but it is good to know that I came through at least once!!!

  7. CosmicAvatar

    February 13, 2008 at 12:18pm

    I love it when people do small but oh-so-important gestures like that. Sometimes the little things really do matter so much.

Comments are closed.