Forgetful

Was it really that bad? The story I am about to share with you helps me answer this question, it taught me to be patient even in tough situations and even to laugh through the hard times. In this story, laughter is shared when my mom laughs so hard at herself and her mispronunciation of my name that she spits out her drink. When my mom mispronounced my name I mocked her and that is why she spit her drink out and burst into laughter. This made us realize instead of getting mad at each other we need to just think of other alternatives. In my situation, I was lucky enough to have my mom there so we could problem-solve together and it made us closer in the end.

It all starts when my mother and I were on our way to Portland for my travel softball practice, it was very early in the morning and we are most definitely not morning people. Neither of us was in a good mood so that already set us to a bad start to the day, but what set it off, even more, was that halfway through the ride there I had to tell my mom I left my cleats at home. Previously, I was telling her that I want to be treated more like an adult and that she needs to stop reminding me to do stupid things because I can do it on my own. She brought up the time when I said I wanted to be treated like an adult and she laughed when I first mentioned it and now I see why. This gave her even more of a reason to tell me what to do all the time. That being said, she went on an entire rampage about how irresponsible I was and that I need to do better if I want to be treated as an adult but while she was yelling at me she happened to pronounce my name wrong. Me being the way that I am I instantly picked up on it and started mocking the way she pronounced it to get a reaction out of her and it in fact worked. Afterward, she finally calmed down and went to take a sip of her drink and I mocked her one last time. Next thing I know, she spit her drink out all over the windshield and we had to pull over to clean it up and calm down. My mom and I still tell others to this day because it makes us and others laugh.

This made us look back on this day and helped both of us realize that we should not argue about little things that won’t even matter the next day. My mom helped me realize that laughter is one of the best ways to talk it out, be happy, and be understanding. After everything had happened between my mom and me, everything was good and there were no hurt feelings in the end. I ended up having a great softball practice and ended the day with a good story to tell.

“Laughing” by Jeff Kontur is licensed under CC BY-ND 2.0.