Tomorrow is Mother’s Day and I sure do miss mine. We argued … said things we didn’t mean … and we loved each other. I’m convinced Mom is looking out for me.
Another thing is I have so many surrogate mothers looking out for me. Not only do they look out for me I’m sure if given the chance many of them would take out the switch and give me a lick or two for the devilment I do.
Speaking of mothers I sent my Granny her gift early (for once). She called to thank me for her Edible Arrangement. As we were chatting I told her I left my bread baking job and found work as a copy writer for a national firm. She was glad I’m no longer working third shift in Center City, but she paused and said: “You are lucky to have two degrees, but don’t lose your baking talent. You are very talented.”
SHE NEVER SAID THAT TO ME!!!!!
Now if anyone from my paternal or maternal side are willing to say that you are good at something … that is really something. They are the first to tell you that you fucked up. When they give you a kudos you better cherish that.
Granny was quite upset to her that I planned on changing careers from journalism to pastry. Mom was supportive (surprisingly … later on Dad told me she had her doubts), but Granny was shocked and appalled. Mom didn’t want her to discourage me, but I did see why Granny didn’t want me to work in a kitchen.
My grandmother is a black woman in her 80s. When she was my age she had few career options: maid or cook. I was going to add prostitute, but I don’t even want to tread on the subject.
Leaving a career as an editor to become a pastry cook was unacceptable in her world. That was just not done. So for her to tell me that I am a talented cook I felt that she was giving me her blessing to expand and broaden my talent.
I know what I don’t want to do which is work in someone’s kitchen. If I do return to the kitchen it will be my commercial kitchen.
I feel good that a mom gave me her seal of approval.