Ivonne-Part 2
My house only consists of females at the moment with the exception of my dachshund Klaus. Since my dad died and my brother left for college, it's just my mom and me. I am not going to lie, I enjoy living with just my mom. It can sometimes be peaceful and feel like I am living with a friend. I see my mom as my partner in crime. We look out for each other in a way that has shaped our relationship, especially since the passing of my dad. I was always quite close with my mom growing up, not a thing that I was afraid to talk to her about. However, since my dad has died, it feels like we have a deeper friendship than before. I feel that more than ever I have a responsibility to take care of her to the best of my ability.
Living in an all-female household means a lot of hormones. Mostly me, as I am the only teenager left. There are moments of arguing and tears, but also laughter and excitement. After all, we are both women and have a lot to say. I was talking about the fact that I am going to fill out applications for jobs this summer. I was saying that I only want to work five days a week, Monday through Friday, and have realistically the weekend off. I had a weekend job and it sucked. Nevertheless, my mom starts to tell me how I should be excited to work wherever they can give me a job and days. Sure she is right to an extent, but I also am applying early enough to let them know the days I would ideally like. This turns into a heated conversation where I am the one being defensive. We act like two teenage girls bitching about practically the same thing. It ended when I decided to go to my room to fill out my applications in peace. A few minutes later, we are back to our harmonious ways, as if I didn't just act like a complete and utter bitch.
There was a strange shift after my dad died. It was just my mom and me. The rest of the remaining family members went home. I still remember the first night when it was officially just my mom and me. We sat quietly at our large dining table, eating some sort of food that was about to pass its expiration date. I remember when I looked up and said “This is really nice” and she smiled back. That became our new normal. We went from four to two. Dinner with my mom is always something that I look forward to. Some nights I cook or she cooks. Now since it's just us ladies, we eat lots of veggies that typically were “verboten” by the boys.
I love my mom but god help her when it comes to technology. She has recently launched her new company and created an entire website for herself. This was the first tech project that I was not consulted about because unfortunately, she knows that I do not have the patience to be her IT specialist. However, when I was in Barcelona on an educational trip, and was sent a little WhatsApp of my mom's new website, I could only feel proud. My mom puts herself in new situations that are uncomfortable and then finds ways to overcome them. She is scared to hit the red button on the top of her Safari browser but was able to create a whole website. Plus, that’s just one example. My mom knows how to get shit done.