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Sabrina Heise
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I Want My Mooom!

Tuesday, February, 19, 2008

Growing up is a weird and bizarre and freakish thing. I recently moved into a new house. Very recently. As in, Friday. What a sign of adulthood! Last year, upon moving to Charleston, I had my very first roommate-free apartment . Matching furniture! No plastic cups with Pizza Hut logos on them! No sharing bathrooms and fighting about whose turn it is to buy toilet paper!

Now, eight months later, I have moved into a house! With a yard and a guest room! And a half-bath downstairs--a real, live powder room!

Yet, the night before the move, after carting a load of junk from the old place to the new, I sat on the floor of my new (bare) dining room, teary-eyed and in full panic-attack-mode, feeling more like a child than ever before. My first thought: “I want my moooom...”

Luckily, she arrived first thing in the morning-- and she brought reserves (my dad, sister, aunt, and uncle). As I wandered aimlessly, carrying a box here and there, she delegated responsibility, pointed out why it’s important to put cooking impliments near the stove (”That way you don’t have to wander the kitchen looking for a wooden spoon...”), and generally put my house into order.

After a short while, my stress subsided, and my excitement reemerged. Soon I was making my own executive decorating and furniture-placing decisions and taking over where she started. But how long is it going to take me before I don’t need my Mom’s help in a high-stress situation?

And then I realized...hopefully, never. I am going to look to my mom for strength, advice and guidance, and a boost of self-esteem as long as she’s on earth. And hopefully, as my feet get rooted more firmly into the ground, she’ll be able to look to me for some of those things too.