Mom’s day

I was out in the water this last Sunday. I didn’t think about the fact that it was mother’s day. Most of the men were taking their wives, mothers and grandmothers out to breakfast.

The good part of that, I had the whole section to myself. I could take my time and not be in anyone’s way. There were about 10 guys in the section next to me. On the beach there were a few couples around me. But not that many, it was still cool and not that sunny.

I was able to see a pod of dolphins pass by, about 5 or 6 of them. They looked black and sleek and so peaceful. It was still cool, like in the winter. When I was trying to dry off, the sun was still not coming out and it was a bit windy. I stayed as long as I could stand it, then it was time to go get some breakfast. Since I was by myself I just went to the counter.

It was great to get out and all this before the summer really kicks off and all the tourists and crowd shows up. The sand was still cold and so was the water, just how I like it. I got a taste of salt water, not too much, just enough to be fun.

I’m not one for going along with the crowd and participating in forced giving. Even if I did, some mothers are not worthy of all that attention. Not when they want that every day, in the first place. I have mentioned before my mother is not one of those great, self sacrificing mothers. She is not one to do without so others could have something. In fact I think that is why I went through a lot of baby sitters. I think she planned on my father’s payments of child support to pay them. Of course he was not faithful in his payments. She didn’t make enough to cover both and then the baby sitters would get mad and not sit us, because she didn’t pay them.

Oh well that is all in the past. It’s just that as an adult I have thought a lot about how things must have really been. Especially for other adults to deal with her, they must have had a hard time. It’s not easy even now, she still tries to act like she is a hip teenager and use slang.

As I get older and don’t look like it, I wonder if I am going to end up the same way? I hope not, I want to grow old gracefully and not trying to act younger than I am. I like to stay current with music and movies so I am living in the past. In the way I am trying to strike a balance. As for my clothes, I don’t try to dress like a teenager, but neither do I dress matronly.

The day was for Mom’s, for me it was just another surf day. It was time to visit the ocean and it was perfect. Just what I needed a relaxing morning.