It came as a surprise but perhaps, it shouldn’t have. She’s always been the biggest supporter of my silly, stupid, or outright inane endeavors. The surprise wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy my comic; the surprise was that she requested her inclusion.
When my sister showed her this website, my mom scoffed: “He never loves his mother! It’s not funny without me!”
The first sentiment couldn’t be further from the truth and with this quip, I’m hoping to rectify the second.
I’m reticent to include anyone other than the core villains because the content here is… questionable. See, Artistic License. But I felt comfortable re-rendering one of my favorite pictures of her. Here, she’s depicted with her favorite son, Gideon. He’s a Pomeranian but not in the traditional sense. He loves to dress up and prance around but he’s broken: his growls are signs of affection and when he bares his teeth, it only means he cares.
I get a lot of my qualities from my mom and I can recognize that. The nose stands out, the brownness, oh, and the ability to laugh at just about anything. My mom was the one who encouraged me to participate in math and science competitions (more on that at a later date), drove me to tennis practice, and worked a couple of jobs to keep my family comfortable. Her stubbornness and headiness, I got that. Her intellect and wit, check. Her determination and perseverance? I’m still learning.
The picture captures my mom’s spirit pretty well. Even when everything around her is chaos, she’s still managing to smile. It’s something anyone can appreciate and I just wanted to take the opportunity to use my little slice of cyberspace to give her a little recognition.
So, happy birthday, Mom. I know you don’t celebrate it but I just wanted you to know: you’re old. And you’re fucking hilarious. And, I love you.