Send a Tweet
Most Popular Choices
Share on Facebook Share on Twitter 1 Share on LinkedIn Share on Reddit Tell A Friend Printer Friendly Page Save As Favorite View Favorites
Life Arts

Bi-Sexual and Dating: My Mom Had a "Type"


Related Topic(s): ; ; ; ; , Add Tags
Add to My Group(s)

Well Said 2   Funny 2   Valuable 2  
View Ratings | Rate It

opednews.com Headlined to H4 11/20/14

Author 65632
Become a Fan
  (18 fans)
- Advertisement -
When our mom had a date, we kids wouldn't know what to expect upon answering the door. Would she be tall? Would he be old? Would he have black skin and piercings or would she be milky white with an accent and a belly dancing career? Would she be crippled and funny or would he be fat and brilliant?

Mom rarely went out for fun--having eight kids pretty much dictated that--and when she did her dates usually picked her up at our house. It was a good way to save time.

Also, it was such fun for us!! We felt included and curious!

The doorbell would ring and we'd all gather like circus show onlookers in the foyer. A nice change, considering how often we crazy kids--colorfully mismatched and wildly special--were the object of gawkers and curious questioners.

- Advertisement -

And regardless of age, color, gender, or body type, some things could always be relied upon. Mom's dates would for sure be fun and open to learning about us without overwhelming judgments.

Always.

Through the years we learned by example how to insist on that, believe in it, and see it regardless of the package it came in.

- Advertisement -

I remember clearly one date my mom had who didn't entirely match the others. She was sweet and seemingly accepting, but lacking in anything "wild" or "fun".

Waiting for my mom to finish saying goodnight to my younger brothers, the quiet lady whispered to me, "Can I please use your restroom, please? If you don't mind."

Comfortably I guided her to our bathroom and made a little chit-chat, trying to create a more comfortable vibe. She seemed so timid and nervous. I then headed to the living room to gossip with my sisters about this quiet lady.

Not long after she'd been in the bathroom, mom's lady friend crept softly toward us and whisper asked, "I'm sorry, but do you have, like, a little baggy or something? A little piece of my poop won't flush, so I think I'll just bring it home with me."

My sisters and I looked fleetingly at each other. As the oldest I felt a responsibility to help this lovely quiet shy lady feel comfortable. "Oh, no, don't worry about it!" I insisted. "That toilet never flushes real well, but eventually it'll go down. We don't mind."

The lady seemed almost more uncomfortable with the idea of leaving it for us to see. "But it's my poop," she whisper insisted, "I should take care of it."

- Advertisement -

"No, no, don't worry about it! It's alright." I smiled. But she truly looked as though leaving the poop floating in our toilet was less comfortable for her than fishing it out and putting it in a baggy to take home and flush in her own, more powerful, toilet. So, I looked for a baggy.

At that point my mom came out of my brother's bedroom and with kind acceptance and a caress on her cheek, she helped her date relax. I'm not sure whether she left the itty bitty floating poop, or took it with her.

What I do remember is that my sisters and I found her fascinating!

Next Page  1  |  2

 

- Advertisement -

Well Said 2   Funny 2   Valuable 2  
View Ratings | Rate It

opednews.com

As the mother of four wonderful teenage boys Tsara spends a lot of time figuring out who she is so she can teach her sons to do the same. She also hears herself holler, "Stop Eating!" an awful lot! As her boys get older, she gets louder while (more...)
 

Tsara Shelton Social Media Pages: Facebook page url on login Profile not filled in       Twitter page url on login Profile not filled in       Linkedin page url on login Profile not filled in       Instagram page url on login Profile not filled in

Go To Commenting
The views expressed herein are the sole responsibility of the author and do not necessarily reflect those of this website or its editors.
Follow Me on Twitter     Writers Guidelines
Contact AuthorContact Author Contact EditorContact Editor Author PageView Authors' Articles
Support OpEdNews

OpEdNews depends upon can't survive without your help.

If you value this article and the work of OpEdNews, please either Donate or Purchase a premium membership.

STAY IN THE KNOW
If you've enjoyed this, sign up for our daily or weekly newsletter to get lots of great progressive content.
Daily Weekly     OpEdNews Newsletter
Name
Email
   (Opens new browser window)
 

Most Popular Articles by this Author:     (View All Most Popular Articles by this Author)

Because My Mom Was Autistic, Our Answer Was Autism

You See, to me, it's all about Value

Being Me

What I Was Thinking When I Raped You

No Means No - And Even More You Need Permission