So after relaunching Momrades last month and starting the blog, earlier this week I finally got around to telling my mother (aka the Alpha Momrade - at least for me) and invited her to take a look.
She's my Mom. It's a nice thought that she'd run straight to her computer, click onto the site. read every single word and call me immediately to lavish me with praise and pride.
That's all it was... a nice thought. Three days of radio silence followed.
Maybe she forgot. Maybe she hasn't had time to take a look. Maybe she looked at it and hasn't figured out how to couch her reactions (that would be a bad sign).
This morning I got a call.
Radio silence has broken.
(for those of you who've never heard my mother's voice... imagine any of the characters from Steel Magnolias saying the following....)
Mom: "Well, I read your blog. Whatever a blog is. I'm not sure what makes a blog... and I really don't need to know. Anyway, whatever it is, I read it. The story about the basement made me howl. That was hilarious. (sigh!) But gosh, I didn't realize your basement flooded - again. It must be awful living up there.... (hushed tone) where you have basements. I can't imagine."
Me: "yup.. basement flooded. The guys have come and already ripped up the carpet. I think we'll..."
Mom: "Anyway, I loved the writing. It made me laugh - mostly. Although some of it was also quite touching. (pause) But about the vaginas..."
Me: "Oh, you read tha..."
Mom: "I just didn't need to read about your vagina. I could have done without that. I really don't need to know about your vagina... or the 'hours and hours of intense pleasure' it's given you. That is something a mother just doesn't need to read about... or know about... or think about..."
Me: (cracking up) "But, you clicked on the story. "
Mom: (also cracking up) "Well, I didn't know it was going to be about YOUR vagina! I don't mind reading about vaginas! I just don't want to read about your vagina! Anyway, I love the web site or blog or whatever you're calling such things these days. I loved it. I could just do without all that vagina talk."
Me: "hmmph"
Mom: "hmmph"
(silence)
Mom: "I got my new water heater. $500. Well, actually $532. I can't tell if that was a good deal or not..."
1 comment:
Ooh, I just hollered!
Please remember this moment when your own daughter shares some humorous observation with cyberspace in the distant future that you'll deem as equally and personally indelicate.
Alpha-Momrade, your daughter and the rest of us will be giggling right along with you as the tables are turned.
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