Secret Subject Swap: April 3rd, 2015
Hello you wonderful people and happy Friday!
Welcome to a Secret Subject Swap. This week, 15 brave bloggers picked a secret subject for someone else and were assigned a secret subject to interpret in their own style. Today we are all simultaneously divulging our topics and submitting our posts.
Here are links to all the sites now featuring Secret Subject Swap posts. So sit back, grab a cup, a shot, a vat of nutella (whatever you want-no judgement here) and check them all out. See you there:
Sparkly Poetic Weirdo
My secret subject is: What is one piece of advice your parents gave you when you were younger that you ignored and, looking back on it now, wish you had taken.
It was submitted by: Silence of The Mom ~thank you!
"Don't be so serious", my mother said as I sat unamused with the spilt orange juice running all over the table, her smiling eyes glinting at me.
"Don't be so serious", my mother said as she flipped the gruesome news I was addicted to as a child amidst my protests to empty game show to watch.
"Don't be so serious", my mother said to my stone face while she laughed and gave it her all with physical therapists and visiting nurses when they came to our apartment to help her, bath her, reteach her how to balance, walk and enjoy life again.
Life will, undoubtedly, force serious moments upon you. Moments where you cannot fake a smile, where there is no humor left to find, where happiness and contentment feel so far away.
My mom knew this, all too well. She knew life would not always be kind. She knew bad days would come and that the only way to survive the scary somber storms was to hold onto the memories of peaceful, lighthearted, happy days.
Don't get me wrong, I was an idiot kid enthralled with shiny things. I had happy, good, wonderful moments as a child but I was just hardwired to be serious. My aunt used to say I had an old soul. My mom said I could be a stick in the mud. There were just times, many times, I was serious. I was not amused by slapstick. I just took time to take in the scene, to analyze, history lessons bothered, news intrigued me, injustices were real and I felt it in my bones.
So the chorus of my childhood and teenage years was a plea from my mom not to be so serious.
Sometimes I listened, gave in to that carefree feeling, just enjoyed the day and did not worry, overanalyze or steal away my own joy. But many times, I was serious. I stared as people laughed and goofed around, I worried about bills, money, food and my future. I worked when people were partying. I wrote and read while people played. I pushed away innocent beautiful moments of peace to work my mind into a frenzy for...nothing.
There have been moments where I have been flabbergasted by moms refusal to be serious. Literally moments after I witnessed two nurses beat life back into my mother's chest with CPR and determination, the first thing she said, gray and ashy once she came to was, "Why do you look so serious? You look like you saw a ghost". She laughed and joked weakly to the shock of the medical team as they rushed her downstairs so they could put in a heart stent. Well, she joked in between of dying and being resuscitated, no joke.
While she recovered, the CNA's, nurses, cardiologists, all made it a point to tell me they have never met a patient quite like her, who could make them laugh, who was so positive who was able to put a smile on their faces.
Just as I was hardwired to be serious she was hardwired to be lighthearted.
I wish I could say we balance each other out. That she takes some of my seriousness while I take a bit of her carefree attitude. But reality is, we are opposites and that is okay.
Not taking life so seriously, laughing at the funny moments, letting go of the bad times, although I may not take it all the time, is the best advice my mom ever gave me.