Sunday, May 10, 2009
I do love my mother, but not like a gay man or a momma's boy. My mom and I have always had a love-argue relationship. We don't yell, we don't fight, we don't hate each other. I see her every week to cook her lunch or to take her for a walk when she needs some extra exercise. She's a beautiful woman, caring and loving. She wasn't a great mother as my dad wasn't a great father, but it wasn't their fault: I lost my boyhood too early because I matured too fast. I feel bad on occasion that I was such a terrible son, reaching out to the world at a young age rather than stay a kid.