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“You know him as Joe the Policeman, from the ‘What’s Going Down?’ episode of ‘That’s My Mama’…give it up for Mr. Randy Watson!” LMAO Ok, maybe not, but the title of this made me think of Coming to America!
This is a picture of my mom and I when I was around 6 months old. My mom and I have been going through some things recently, so she wanted me to come home for Mother’s Day. Praise the Lord for a last-minute fare sale! I went home first thing Saturday morning and then came back late Sunday night. I can honestly say that, for the first time in a long time, we didn’t argue about anything. We usually argue about so many things, but most of the arguments are because my mom likes to get hyped up and jump to conclusions.
The problem is my mom has a wandering mind. A wandering mind? If she’s talking to someone or watching something on TV, no matter what it is and how little it relates to me, she will have some crazy dream with me in it. Then she ends up calling me and panicking about something that would never apply to me. For example, one time she was watching some made-for-TV movie and had a dream that she came down to Atlanta to visit me. We were sleeping and she heard a noise coming from the hall closet. She went to see what it was and I was hiding a baby by the towels! WTF? First of all, if I had a baby, I would never not tell her. Second, I would NEVER hide a baby in the linen closet!
If she calls me to see what I’m doing, and I say nothing, she thinks there is something wrong with me because I’m not doing anything. I mean sometimes a sista just needs to chill out and fall off the radar. Like I know she thinks I have lost my damn mind in the last 8 months or so, but really I haven’t. These days, I’m just trying to find myself and figure out where I’m going.
As I get older, it’s getting harder for her to let go and accept that I’m not her little girl anymore. I’ll always be her baby, but I’ve gotta make my own way.
