Super Mom, CGA

When I was a little kid, I was always amazed at how my mom could tell just what I was doing. I don’t know if it was the look on my face, the tone in my voice, or the fact that I was being too quiet to not be doing something bad. When I would here the drawn out call, “Stephanie!” I knew that was it. These powers she possessed, stretched far beyond catching me red handed doing something, they were able to distinguish between whether I was REALLY sick, or just too tired to go to school, they were able to see when my heart was breaking, even when I was doing everything in my power not to cry.

When my mom started taking CGA some 7ish years ago, I was excited. My mom was going to school and I was proud. Unfortunately because I was a selfish teenager who wasn’t willing to cope with the fact that my mom now had a life and wouldn’t be at my beckon call 24-7, the excitement didn’t last long. I was mad, I was throwing temper tantrums, I would make her feel so guilty for not spending all her time with her anymore that I’m amazed that she didn’t quit, or hoof me one. Still, she managed, always pulling off top of the line marks despite an irritating teenager, a leg operation, 2 family deaths, countless colds that she managed to fend off until just after her exams, 2 graduations, 2 weddings, 1 new baby in the family, friends who were treating her worse then I was, a crumby job, a search for a better job, getting a better job, a move, all holidays, and of course, holding down a full time job and maintaining a family. Still through it all, she somehow managed to keep that ability to know more about me then I would ever let on. While I would constantly bug her and bug her to pay attention to me, she would continue to do her work, but she always seemed to know when I REALLY needed her, and for that she always made time.

Last night I returned a call to her from a message that she had left the night before. I knew it was late, but I still decided to call. As I asked her why she called, I could here my dad in the background, obviously half asleep and not impressed that I called so late. My mom had called to tell me that she got her exam mark back and that she got an 89 percent. (Way to go!) I was so proud of her, so I congratulated her, and then let her go because they were sleeping.

A few minutes later my phone rang. Apparently she KNEW again that I desperately needed to talk- and so after unloading every little thing that has been emotionally bogging me down for the past few weeks and talking everything out, I apologized for the rant and let her go back to bed.

She knew. She was half asleep and she still knew that I really needed someone to talk to. Apparently that special mom superpower doesn’t fade after adolescence, or a different house, or marriage, in fact its stronger then ever!

Now she has only one class left and she will have her designation and I couldn’t be happier for her. Pretty soon she wont just be Super Mom…

She will be Super Mom, CGA.