Yeah, so what.
My mother is quiet, predictable. She doesn't like change. She doesn't care for sports. She's happy in her own, quiet place. She's not adventurous. She hates trying new things. She avoids confrontation of any kind. She doesn't learn new things easily, neither does she really want to.
I, on the other hand, like to be impulsive. Change doesn't bother me much. I can't stand the same rut. I love to watch and play sports whenever I can. I'm restless; I love to travel. New things are like attractive, shiny objects I must try, whether it be situation or tangible object. No one likes confrontations, but I'll brave it without much hesitation. I easily learn something new. Actually, I always seek to learn something new because I feel my brain rotting without new knowledge of some/any kind.
That really makes me my father's daughter, I guess.
But she did give me some pretty awesome traits: we're mighty patient, kind, empathetic, giving, and share a talent for music.
So that's what I thought of when her birthday rolled around this January. I bought her tickets to see Renee Flemming & the RI Philharmonic. I knew she'd appreciate a fine orchestra paired with the best soprano of the moment. I bought a pair of tickets, and told her to bring a friend, even though I knew she wouldn't, and I would chauffeur them. But I gave her the chance, anyway, to attempt to do something different with someone else instead of myself. As predicted, she preferred I go.
The performance didn't disappoint! It was marvelous! The selections were completely enthralling, powerful, emotional. My mother was speechless throughout. I could see her mind drifting back 50 years ago when she herself enjoyed music more personally and profoundly. I wanted to give back a small part of a good episode in her life, and I think I managed to do that in a most positive way.
My hope my daughter will someday do the same for me.
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