Short post as I am kind of zombie-ing through Monday.

Just wanted to say I hope everyone had a good Mothers’ Day and to add my contribution to the pile of Mom-based blog entries.

I suppose my perception of my Mom differs from a lot of the other posts out there. Sure, she was there to perform all of the duties only a mother could do for a spazz of a kid (that would be me), but if there’s one thing she’s taught me, it would be maturity.

And now that I look at that, it’s seems like a strange emphasis for a Mom to teach her son. So how does that work? It’s because my Mom and I have not really ever had a lovey-dovey, heart-to-heart kind of relationship. I always knew I loved her but I think that was unspoken a lot of the time.

My parents are funny people, there’s no denying that. But in raising me, they definitely took on the stern, Pacific Islander, always-think-about-your-future role. It was to make sure that I was in an appropriate mindset for what I was to meet when the time came.

And holy crap, here I am, and I am very comfortably sailing through my days and always forward-thinking. I may not be 100% as mature as is the traditional definition, but I know when to buckle down and get things done while powering through the bullshit. So, good call, Mom and Dad.