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Every child thinks their mother is crazy. I am no exception, I’ll admit. But who can blame a woman who raised eight kids for flying off the handle every now and then. I have witnessed some instances where I was surprised the straight jacket wasn’t brought over. However, I was not the only person who helped drive her to the funny farm. The craziest time ever was due to my older brother and his not-so-approved-of girlfriend.
I was in middle school at the time, and was awoken at about four o’clock in the morning to my mother screaming at my brother to get out of the house. Apparently, he had drunken himself into a stupor and just had a fight with his live-in girlfriend who had more baggage than a traveling salesman. Mom pulled me out of my bed and said I had to sleep downstairs, because my brother was drunk and she thought he was a potential danger to both himself and us. Being a little guy, I nervously agreed and tried to go back to sleep on the sofa. After a few moments, my brother stumbled downstairs, fought some more with my mom, and stormed out of the house, leaving me and an angry mother behind. The worst thing you can do to a mom is to let her stew. After about an hour or so, it was about time for me to get up and get ready for the bus.
Before I knew it, I heard her yelling to herself. At that same moment, I notice out the downstairs window that clothes were falling onto the driveway. Confused by the entire situation taking place, I walk over to the window just as a crate of my brother’s vinyl records smash against the concrete. I fly upstairs to see what is going on, only to find my mother emptying the contents of my brother’s room out the window. The strength this woman exhibited was a miracle, especially due to her age and physical condition. But as I realize now, a parent’s anger can lift cars. It took her nearly twenty minutes before most of the room was cleared out. The stereo, a television, dresser drawers, it all went. If it didn’t fit out the window, it was not due to her lack of trying. She then went off, slammed her bedroom door shut, and I hysterically called my sister.
Between the phone call and my sister’s arrival, my mother walked from her bedroom, left the house without muttering a word to me, and hastily drove off. My sister came in the door, calmed me down, and we both pondered where my mother could have gone. We called all over; finally reaching her at the last place we ever thought she would be-at her desk at work. She sounded as if there wasn’t a thing wrong, perfectly calm and normal like it was an everyday conversation. My sister cleaned up the mess from the driveway, and I don’t believe the situation was ever talked about again until years later.
That day will always be remembered as the craziest my mother ever got. Sure we all gave her reason to be, I understand that now being a parent myself. As much as we all joke about it now, including my mom, none of us were laughing the day it occurred.
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