So.. this is the second week in a row Zumba has been cancelled due to snow. This is Memphis, people, we don't do snow! And we certainly don't do it two Tuesdays in a row! Not only did Zumba fall through, Mr. D (who thinks he knows best about all things snow-related being a Yankee and all) wouldn't let me go to the gym because the roads would be icy by the time I was leaving. I take back every single wish I ever made for a snow day as a kid. Stupid stuff, really.
Okay, serious face now. I spoke to my mom last night, and it was weird. I've blogged before about how she's been about my "healthy crap" from time to time, and that she did lose a lot of weight a few years ago but then gained most of it back. And we all know the apple didn't fall far from her tree of craziness. Growing up (and up until the day I moved out), she was tough on me. My in-laws have always thought she was too tough, and there's definitely an argument for that, but I've never doubted (well, maybe a few times) that she did what she thought was in my best interest. I have always had much more expected of me than my two brothers (grades, chores, you name it). As a teen, I definitely resented it. Now? I'm actually grateful for it. Yes, she may have made my life a nightmare at some points, but her end goal was to make me a self-efficient, independent person.
Last night, we were discussing the issues with my younger brother because she's struggling between what she knows is the best thing for him in the long run and that maternal instinct to nurture and protect her kids (and my brother is 22, btw). After talking in circles for a while, I pointed out to her that she was hard on me, sometimes to the extreme, and I'm the only one of her three children not living with her or off of her right now. It may have been overkill, but it worked.
She called me earlier today to tell me I was right. Apparently, what I said brought on a "Dr. Phil 'aha!'' moment, and she was up all hours of the night discussing it with my dad. She agreed she was harder on me, and thinks it's because she knew what I'd be up against once I became a teen mom, and wanted to make sure I was able to stand on my own. She feels more confident that they're doing the right thing with my brother, and just sounded more optimistic in general. And she reminded me that we don't ever stop learning- even at her age :) Then she said she was proud of me. Dude, that's a big deal coming from my mom. She doesn't hug, kiss, say "I love you," nada. If you're over 10- she's not very affectionate physically or verbally.
And the weird part? She's looking into getting a membership to my gym so we can start working out together, and then grabbing a healthy dinner after and having a healthier girl's night out. My mom does not leave the house, ever. It started because my brother essentially took over her car, and then got worse as she gained weight back because she's so unhappy with herself. Either way, her leaving the house for something unnecessary is a big deal and only surpassed by the fact that she wants to hang with me when she does. Shocked.. that's me. And apparently, seeing me struggle and stick with this is helping motivate her. I was going to insert a joke here about sweating with the oldies, but I'm too happy right now!
Mr. D doesn't think the girl's night out will actually ever happen, but I told him not to jinx it. We've known for a while that my mom's gotten herself into a hole, but there was nothing anyone could do until she made the first move. I really hope she's finally going to make herself, her health, a priority again- it's something I had to learn on my own. It's weird when we end up teaching our parents, huh?