Last weekend I went to my mom’s house for dinner. We knew we would see each other anyway for Thanksgiving in just another few days, but we also know that with the whole family there, Thanksgiving wouldn’t really be a good time to talk one on one.<\/p>\n
We ended up having dinner at a cozy Italian restaurant in my mom’s neighborhood. As usual, our conversation roamed over many topics.<\/p>\n
There was the obligatory post-election analysis. Fortunately for both of us, we are essentially in agreement on politics. If you manage to guess my political leanings from having read this blog (yes I know, it’s difficult), then you’ve got a good idea of my mom’s political preferences.<\/p>\n
But mostly we discussed people we knew, family, relationships, all the really important stuff. My mom is incredibly insightful about these topics, and I find myself discussing things with her that I wouldn’t talk over with anybody else.<\/p>\n
At last the check came. I took out my credit card and put it on the bill. My mom asked if she could split the cost of dinner with me.<\/p>\n
That’s when I had one of those insights that one is privileged to get every once in a while. One of those moments of clarity when the clouds of the everyday part, and the light of the Universe manages to shine through.<\/p>\n
“It’s ok,” I told her, “You gave me life.”<\/p>\n
My mother, gracious as always, bowed to the unassailable logic of this argument. She agreed to let me pay for dinner.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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