as soon as i made the decision to move out, i knew eventually i was going to have to get the mom approval. its something required of all big decisions, its what moms do. now you may make a decision without her input or whether she is going to like it or not, as i did by moving in, but you know in the back of your mind that sooner or later your going to want her approval. now my mom reacted much better than i expected her to when i told her my decision, so i was hoping the approval would come pretty soon after.
the next weekend after our move in we decided to have her over. mom had given us a gift card to purchase new dishes and we decided she should definitely come with us to spend the money. im not really sure who was more nervous, richard or myself. the day before we really worked hard to put on the "we really live" here touches. we got rid of the last of the boxes and hung pictures, trying to match our mismatching things together. the morning of we made sure to clean the bathroom and had the kitchen looking spotless, well as much as we could.
after some logistics delayed her coming down at the original time we thought, she finally arrived. when i opened the door she was standing there with arms loaded with things i had left at the house, looking about as nervous as i was. i quickly invited her in and helped unload while hugging, we are multitaskers, what can i say. when she walked in there seemed to be a look of disbelief on her face. now im still not sure if it was because we had actually cleaned, she realized i really lived here, or there were no boxes in sight. we gave her the grand tour, which took all of about 3 minutes, it is only our first apartment. and decided we were all starving and needed food asap.
she asked all the typical questions. how are things going? are you adjusting? how are the opposite schedules working? we answered these and the many others she came with honestly, and i think she was a little surprised by it all. after we finished lunch we started with the shopping, this is where it all got interesting.
my mom is one of my best friends. yes she drives me crazy sometimes, in the ways that your mom or best friend always does. we have a lot shows we watch together, we do 1/2 marathons together, we now both have iphones, we eat pretty similar, we also now both drive volkswagens. when we go places people always ask if we are sisters, mostly men because they are trying to hit on one of us, what can i say its the truth. i am often her fashion advice, and connection to things like the social media world. she is my conscience and will always help lead me down the right path. we are close in a different way that mothers and daughters are, it something that i cherish very much. which is why the mom approval is important.
back to the shopping. we started aiming a little high, browsing through pier 1 and looking at all of the things we are hoping to start purchasing probably this time next year. being that was our first group shopping experience i was really curious how this was going to work. when my mom and i shop we ask each others opinion on just about everything that goes into the cart, with the exception of the grocery store. now some of these questions might be rhetorical, but many are genuine opinion seekers. except in this shopping experience we have a whole nother relationship to consider, richard, and the fact that we are buying things for our apartment. so who has the more important opinion? who do you really listen too? i mean mom gives the good/practical opinion and richard gives the lets have some fun/be young and enjoy this opinion. now it kind of makes my mom sound old and richard like maybe he wasnt taking this serious enough, which was not the case in either instance. its about finding a balance. merging the stable life that you have always had with your family with this new adventure you have with your boyfriend. i mean really, who cares if the silverware matches, or if the laundry detergent is a powder or liquid, or if you eat cereal with a little spoon like a normal person and he eats his with a big spoon like a savage. like i said its about finding a balance.
we never did find dishes that day, or buy everything we needed in the way of basics. mom really did give us good advice on the things to buy, such as why do you need a mop if you dont have a broom to sweep up the pokeys. or isnt it really more important to find dishes you both love over settling on some dishes just to get rid of the ones you hate. it also opened my eyes to how my mom was dealing with things and how our relationship was really going to grow out of this. she is still adjusting to the fact that we live together, which is ok, at least she is willing to take an open mind. i am still adjusting to living away from home and figuring out the grown up thing. when she left that day i thought she was upset with us that we didnt buy dishes. i realized later that for her, that day made all of this real. my things are on shelves, my clothes are hanging in the closet, my desk is set up, i really live here with richard. the next adventure in my life had really begun.