Parenting

I have a hard time with mothers who think that once their baby is 18 years old then they are not mothers anymore. It's as if they've done their time and now who the hell cares? And although I keep not wanting to become another Mrs. Chetcuti, I think that is exactly what I'm becoming. Oh well Mrs. Chetcuti goes to church and stuff, and probably will be remembered for her good behaviour, but I am allowed to be a little different. If I had to undergo surgery, of whatever kind, even the subtlest of surgeries, she would be by my side, and no security would kick her out. Fat chance. She is a small woman, but will stand up to her motherly duties like a giant. Same goes for my dad. His baby, albeit a 36 year old baby, alone for surgery? Oh no, there is no way that is happening, even if he has to pay the fine for trespassing. My parents are built in a way, the way which is called, you-are-a-parent-for-life. I thought it was the only way parents travelled, but it seems it's not. And it's not just my parents, it's also Mr. Arani Issa who would be ready to break in illegally not to leave his sister alone. Me having surgery would mean me and my folks. They would want to be there, I wouldn't even need to ask, it would be obvious. I think it would be a big battle to keep them away actually. Because they believe that once a parent, always a parent. Then why aren't other parents the same? I am disgusted at the way my Mister's parents behave. They did not only not bother to turn up, but expected me to call to inform them how their baby son was doing. True their baby son is 37, but what the hell? It's been like this since day one. I just had to rise up to the occasion of the looking after, which doesn't bother me at all. But hey, a little help? It's ok really because I am now used to it, and love doesn't keep score. I also know that Mister would do the same and more, so of course there are no hard feelings about it, that is where he is concerned. I do have the hardest of feelings for selfish parents who do not even deserve to be called that. And selfish siblings too. And my mum thinks she has been a failure and I used to think my family was dysfunctional. Perhaps I'd better start going to church myself because I cannot thank God enough for placing me with MaryAnn and Joe. And Joseph. I will never figure out why I had such a good start in life. Luck perhaps? But I am not complaining. What I am complaining about are four other people who have not deserved to have their baby son in their life. Sometimes it's really a case of pearls before swine. The pigs.