Thursday, July 24, 2014

Happiness Is

When I was four years old, my mother had a Charlie Brown-themed birthday party for me. There was a cake. A cake my mother had saved to buy for several weeks. As everyone sang happy birthday I watched that cake slide down the side of the refrigerator and splatter on the floor. My mother cried more than I had ever seen her cry. She was twice as young plus a couple years as I am writing this now, having just celebrated Jack's 4th birthday. I got this bedspread that day. It lasted several years, but eventually became so threadbare it needed to be thrown away. My mother died at the age I am right now plus a year. I have as an adult come to associate Peanuts, and especially Charlie Brown with loneliness, angst, despair, and disappointment. The "problems" that are leading me to be aloof and distant this night seem ridiculous when I consider the real rock my mother was up against in 1973. I probably won't buy this piece on Ebay. I'm not sure I want it around. Pin It
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