Mommy Dearest

Most of us can agree that childhood sucks donkey balls. I'm glad I grew up in an era without social media, because when shit was bad at school, I could go home and still have a safe place to be. And while many adult women spend a good 80% of their adult lives complaining to therapists about how they're afraid of becoming their mother, I feel lucky that I had a mother who has always been there for me. I get that no familial relationship is ever perfect and, let's be honest, most of the time, the dysfunction is the most fantastic part. I love it within my own most of the time. It's hilarious. And my mom is one of the most hilarious parts of it, because while my siblings and I try to purposely be funnier than one another, she is unwittingly the funniest and most glorious of us all. My mom recently turned the big 6-0, so in her honor, I recount some of my favorite moments in parenting with these Lola-isms.

1. Valentine's Day. Forever.

Being the massive tomboy that I was growing up, it's probably not a big shocker that I spent more time trash talking and playing sports with the guys than going out with them. She always knew exactly what to do and say to make me not feel like the social fuckwit I truly was (and still am), though. Every Valentine's Day, without fail, I'd come home from school to an embarrassing display of balloons and chocolate in my bedroom. We'd high five, watch a John Hughs film and she'd bestow her words of wisdom.

"Anna," she'd say, "You have years to regret your poor life choices. And right now, you can regret them without getting herpes. Happy Valentine's Day." Happy Valentine's Day, indeed!

2. The Sex Talk

Speaking of herpes... it took years after this discussion with my mom to realize what a genius she is. While many parents will attempt to instill the wrath of an angry sex-hating God into an adolescent's brain (usually garnering the opposite response they were hoping for), my mom came at it from a logical stance.

"I'm not telling you you can't do it, but you just gotta be smart about it. You love Mozart, right? Made beautiful operas and piano pieces, until his life was cut short, yes? Well... syphilis. Do you want syphilis honey? Nobody wants syphilis. Here's a picture." There are few things that will scar the mind of a teen like graphic images of syphilis eating away at your junk drawer. But considering I was a virgin until I was nearly 21, I'm pretty sure we can call that a win for Team Lola.

3. Joke Fails

I must be a 12 year-old boy at heart, because "your mom" jokes and "that's what she said" still makes me giggle. Fuck anyone who says those jokes are below me, to that I say, "Your mom's below me." Now, for a long time, in all her sweetness, she didn't quite pick up on my immature innuendoes so when she asked me at Thanksgiving years back what my favorite part of the meal was and I said,"The reach around," she replied with, "Oh, was the food too far away?" But recently, she's begun to pick up on the jokes and is even incorporating them into her own conversations with us. Unfortunately, she is still missing a few essentials on the "how-to's." Examples.

Me: Ugh, those leftovers smell like dog farts.

Mom: Your mom smells like dog farts.

Me: You're my mom. Do you smell like dog farts?

Mom: No. I smell good. Dang it.

Me: Look at those cheese blocks! You could put fruit or a human baby on that.

Mom: I'll put your human baby on that.

Me: Well, you made an effort.

Keep with it, Mom, you'll get it.

3. That One Dinner With Nana

In the winter of 2007, I had just returned from Iraq and was home for holidays with all my siblings for the first time in 5 years. Even my Nana, in all of her super old, smarmy glory showed up. While Nana and my mom were preparing the dinner, I was sitting in the family room reading a book. That's when I overheard this conversation:

Mom: I turned down the street and there was this guy jerking off as if it were the last thing he'd ever do. And he wanted me to know it.

Nana: Oh I believe it. I was out one night in my 20s and this man came up to me and said, "I wanna eat you." Now, most women may not have known what that meant back then, but I did.

First of all, thanks for the glimpse in DC street life in the 30s and 60s (pretty sure nothing's changed much on that front) and second of all, Nana, why did you know what that dude meant? 

An hour later, dinner began and my older brother, Paul, and I started up in our usual conversations that many deem "unfit" for public consumption.

"That's not appropriate dinner conversation," my mom said. To which I replied:

"Said the woman who was just talking about some dude jacking it in the street." Her face was indignant.

"I did not say he was jacking it... I said he was jerking off." And then promptly went back to eating without saying another word. P0wned.

5. That Shitty Time in 8th Grade

In the past 29 years, my mom has done some pretty amazing things for me. One thing I've always remembered is when I was in junior high and all the girls I was friends with decided one day I was out of the group. You know, because bitches be crazy and shit. So what went from a comfortable 8th grade year with best friends, turned into getting attacked in hallways, lunches thrown at me in the cafeteria and someone trying to light my hair on fire in the locker room. (Pause for sympathy sounds). It got to a point where I didn't want to go to school, so my mom would come by during lunch and pick me up so we could eat somewhere else. At first glance, this sounds super lame. But it wasn't, it was good bonding time for us. I got a break from the twat monkeys and my mom would make attempts to lift my spirits.

Mom: They're probably just jealous. 

Me: That makes no sense.

Mom: I know... Well, how about this: statistically, at least one of those girls is gonna get pregnant before graduation and in 20 years most of them will probably be divorced and trying to fill their empty souls with a severe pill addiction.

Who knew that the suffering of others would put such a big smile on my face? She did. And for that, I salute her. Love you, Mom.