Me: *gets up to brush teeth (it’s about midnight)*
*hears tired voice through the noisiness of my tooth-brushing*
Mum: I can’t sleep. Your dad is snoring and flopping around too much.
Me: I’m sorry. Come join me in my room - we can talk until we both get tired.
*we both shuffle in and situate ourselves in my nest*
Me: Heh, here are these funny things on Tumblr.
I love you, Mum. <3
So I’m in my room, making Christmas cards, and despite the intoxicating aroma of my Bath & Bodyworks candle (Hot Buttered Rum - it’s the shiz), I can smell glorious things being cooked in the kitchen through my closed door.
Moments later, my mum walks in with a very satisfied look on her face, holding out a chocolate-chip-and-oatmeal cookie fresh from the oven. As soon as I take it and begin to stuff it down my gob, she asks, “Well? What do you think?”
What do I think? C’mon, mum, you know I’d easily kill for anything you cook.
…by the way, I love my mum with the fiery passion of a bazillion suns, if you didn’t notice.
I’m sitting on the couch, flipping through Tumblr on my laptop while my mum sits next to me playing Bookworm on her laptop. Now to put things into perspective, my mum’s not all that technologically or modernly savvy. Granted, she’s made me proud by recognizing an Ocarina of Time song before my video game expert buddies, and she quotes Star Wars fluently, but there are still some things she’s not not up to date on yet - certain styles, Internet memes, jokes, and other things that usually circulate Reddit, Tumblr, and Facebook - that’s when she is either disinterested, or just doesn’t get it.
She turns to me and says, “You know what would be cool, Jo? We should try making steampunk Christmas stockings…you know, with gears and clocks and stuff decorating it.”
I seriously have the coolest mum in the world. Any argument against this is invalid.