Signs You No Longer Live at "Home"


Wherein Our Heroine Beats a Theme to Death.

My mother knows more about her remote control devices than I do.

This is a sure sign that I no longer live anywhere near my mother's home. I used to be the remote-control-jockey supreme. I used to be the one who knew how to wire everything, set up every stereo and negotiate every complex remote control transaction.

Once, my mother needed me.

In the flip-flop of parent-child relationships, there are the times when the child needs the parent to put together the bicycle, the Barbie Dream House, the Christmas morning matchbox race track. Then there's the era of the parent needing the child for the stereo, the VCR and the internet connection.

Then the child moves away and the parent must grow up and learn to cope on their own. I have come to that point now.

So, I worry about my mom. She lives alone in a brutal climate: snow and ice and universal remotes.

I must learn to let go.

Posted: Wednesday - April 14, 2004 at 06:39 AM         | |


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