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Falling In Love Again

Falling In Love Again

January 8, 2014 by Amy, Using Our Words 15 Comments

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The following post was inspired by Kelly Corrigan’s soon-to-be-released memoir, Glitter and Glue. Once again Kelly proves that she’s more than a writer, she’s a master storyteller whose conversational, yet deeply insightful words instantly transport you. Rather than holed up in bed with a flashlight reading, you’re suddenly chatting, glass of wine in hand, recollecting your past together. Because, quite obviously, you’re old friends and kindred spirits. In Glitter and Glue, Kelly warms and breaks your heart as she chronicles her journey of learning to respect, appreciate, and embrace the mother she found to be rather challenging as a girl. (For the purposes of this review, I received a free advanced reader’s edition of the book. The title will be released February 4, 2014, but can be pre-ordered now. All opinions are my own. This post includes Amazon affiliate links.)

 

It couldn’t have been easy being my mother.

It’s not that I was particularly rebellious. Though I do remember taking some serious heat for using a dull orange crayon to write in my 2nd grade homework book instead of the mandatory #2 pencil. And there was that time my friend’s dad drove us to TP the yard duty’s house in his Toyota minivan that looked an awful lot like an egg. Which is something two giggling girls with badges plastered on their kelly green vests wouldn’t dare to throw at anyone’s house — even hers — of course.

By high school my brushes with danger got a bit more, um, edgy? (Though I’m absolutely sure nobody in the history of the world has ever used that word to describe me.) Getting into trouble just wasn’t my thing.

No. My thing was moody. I was just plain mean. To my mom, that is. I don’t remember ever telling her I hated her. Though odds are I did. And if by some grace of God I never used those exact words, I certainly made it clear that she wasn’t worth my time.

I’d disappear to friends’ houses where their moms let us watch PG-13 movies while noshing on cereal with made-up words like Cap’n on the box. And when my mom had the nerve to get a job at my school in 5th grade, ruining any hope I had of a boy with some social currency paying attention to me, I got her back by refusing to acknowledge her presence.

Somewhere along the way, there was a shift. Maybe I matured. Or maybe I came crawling back to her quietly because I honestly needed her that much more. Either way, my mom was right there — to talk, to absorb my tears, to advise, to brush my hair while I watched Dylan break Brenda’s heart. She did it all with tenderness, as if she hadn’t even noticed I’d been unspeakably terrible to her.

When the time came for me to be the mom, I felt a quiet sense of relief rush over me when Big was a boy. No drama, I thought. I’d say, I was so mean to my mom growing up, I couldn’t imagine being on the receiving end. Bullet dodged. Another boy? Another win. And then came the girl.

This girl? She’s only 2-1/2 now, yet each day we cringe at the thought of her tween years. She’s opinionated. Stubborn. And irrational. (Words practically everyone in the history of the world has used to describe me.)

But this morning, as I was brushing her hair — a daily activity that usually requires speed, agility, and words I shudder to hear her repeat — she was calm and confident. She stood peacefully on the bench in the bathroom and quietly examined me in the mirror as I worked through her unruly tangles. When I was done, she gently reached for me, and as I lifted her, she rested her head on my shoulder and held on tight. Really tight. Like, by simply looking into my watery eyes, she knew it was just what I needed.

Looking back at her sweet, angelic face, I whispered a promise to myself. No matter how hard she pushes me away, I will always be there to hold her — just like this — when she’s ready to return. Because that’s the burden and privilege of being a good mom. One who, as Kelly wrote, can “…absorb all this ugliness and find a way to fall back in love with her child the next day.”

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Comments

  1. Pam says

    January 8, 2014 at 10:00 pm

    Beautiful Amy…..your children are going to have a treasure chest of incredible writing…..about them and about all the other beautiful and insightful subjects you come up with and share with all of us!! What a gift!
    (Love the pic!)

    Hugs, Pam

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    • Amy, Using Our Words says

      January 9, 2014 at 10:53 am

      Thanks, Pam. I’ll have to remember to tell them that when they say that they hate me. Or maybe many years later…

      Reply
  2. Kelly Reilly says

    January 9, 2014 at 5:41 am

    It would take too long to explain why I love this post, but I do. Excited to read her book, too. Wonderful post!

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    • Amy, Using Our Words says

      January 9, 2014 at 10:54 am

      Thanks, Kelly. I feel the same way (strange to say about my own writing, I realize, but true). I hope you enjoy the book…let me know what you think!

      Reply
  3. AimeeH says

    January 9, 2014 at 12:05 pm

    I don’t think it starts in the tween years – I think it’s much earlier. Sigh.

    Beautiful post.

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    • Amy, Using Our Words says

      January 11, 2014 at 9:53 pm

      So true… Thank you, Aim!

      Reply
  4. Rachel D says

    January 9, 2014 at 12:10 pm

    What a great post Amy. I can’t wait to read Kelly’s book.

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    • Amy, Using Our Words says

      January 11, 2014 at 9:54 pm

      I look forward to talking to you about it!

      Reply
  5. Dana Sneed says

    June 30, 2014 at 10:55 am

    Just retread you post and wondered whose home you grew up in that made you think boys are drama free-certainly not ours unless your bedroom door was amazingly sound proofed! Love you now as much as I always have……with all my heart. Mom

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    • Amy, Using Our Words says

      June 30, 2014 at 11:18 am

      Ha, I guess it felt like less emotional drama…then again, I was pretty self absorbed, so I probably just didn’t pay attention to the boy drama. Love you too!

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