Had a relaxing dinner with the parental units after picking them up at the airport from their vacation/cruise in Canada.
In the course of our conversation (where we talked about some of chaos in my recent personal life) I was reminded once again of the a phenomenally keen people-watcher behind my mother's quiet, introverted exterior. I may *think* I have some degree of psychological coverage, but compared to her observational intuition about people, I am a thumbsucking amateur.
Considering the depressing frequency with which friends and acquaintances tell me about the estranged/dysfunctional/outright hostile relationships they have with their parents, I count myself among the luckiest guys on the planet to have a mother who understands me - flaws and all - loves me anyway ... and offers the sort of grounded, thoughtful advice in my moments of confusion and doubt that brings me clarity. I told her as much tonight (its equivalent in Mandarin Chinese, anyway) and had to endure a moment of public mushiness from her for my trouble. :)
I know I don't say it often enough - but for all the petty dramas and minor irritations that may plague our exchanges, I still believe I have the best mom in the world.
Happy Mother's Day.
- The Luckiest Son on the Planet
PS: Sorry for the delay - Matrix ticket giveaway details will be posted tomorrow. Family has priority over LJ ... if but barely. :)