Thursday, June 17, 2010

After a BLOW OFF, everyone needs a shoulder to cry on

My parents are the best and I'm not only saying that because they read the BLOW OFF everyday, I'm saying it because they've been there for me through so many lame break ups. They always listen, they never pass judgement, and they never say "i told you that guy was a total douche face." So, I'd like to take this opportunity to thank them for not having me committed junior year in high school after I played the song Foolish Games by Jewel over and over again on repeat. I'd also like to thank them for making me realize that when my high school boyfriend said he's not sure he's still in love with me, I shouldn't hang in there to see if he's going to dump me or not. And oh yeah, I'd like to thank them for not calling me an idiot after I spent an entire dinner defending a certain someone's tattoos, only to get blown off by said tattoo guy a week later. Most importantly, I'd like to thank them for not questioning why the bf and I prefer living in sin for now.

Somehow my mom has a breadth of knowledge when it comes to dating advice even though she's never dated anyone in her life. She married my dad in Iran when she was nineteen after they only knew each other for two weeks. They had a sort of progressive "arranged" marriage. They weren't forced to marry each other, but the hope was that they would taking a liking to one another and take the plunge. My dad was twenty-eight when they married and did have the opportunity to sew some wild oats. Enough that growing up he'd subtly chuckle every time I mentioned something nice a boyfriend said about me (he was a big believer in the "guys only want one thing" theory). And while my mom was the person I ran my relationship traumas by first, my dad was always up to speed and always around to bestow some fatherly advice. He even once made me a gin and tonic before I was about to go to dinner with a guy for the first time after he'd blown me off months earlier. My mom is the smartest woman I know who's literally never given me bad advice in my life. And somehow she manages to do it without a trace of condescension. My parents are so cool that one of their kids even got into the habit of waking them up in the middle of the night to get relationship advice. (here's a hint: not me, not my sister).

Another thing about our family: we listened to a lot of ABBA growing up (hey, shut up, we're from Iran--- they were cool there and I consider them to be one of the best pop groups of all time...) Anyway, I remember one time when I was crying over a boy, my mom came into my room to comfort me and called me "chiquitita" (after the ABBA song). Since then, it's always been our song.

So, since last week was my mom's birthday and this weekend is father's day, this post (and this song) is dedicated to all the moms and dads out there who've watched and listened as their kids have bitched and moaned and cried over a failed relationship (even when you all- knowing parents saw it coming from a mile away.) We wouldn't have become the emotionally stable and secure adults we are now without you. Okay, some of us still aren't there, but we promise, we're working on it.

1 comment:

  1. Wow what a surprise! We are the luckiest parents in the world. Love you so much Saaara!