You know how every child hits developmental milestones at different times? One child might be an early walker but won't read until he is seven and another might use a pacifier until she is five but walk at seven months. Well, I was kind of a late-bloomer with one milestone: I was unable to make it to the toilet while throwing up until I was 17 years old.
I was grossed out by sitting in the bathroom and waiting to be sick, so I'd wait in my bedroom until the last possible second. Inevitably, I would puke all over the wall in the hallway, on the rug in the bathroom or even in the middle of my bed. Once I threw up all over the back of the toilet, and that felt like a victory of some sort. Progress is progress, I suppose.
My mom would
The other night, my mom stayed with me in the hospital until 5 AM. Then she stopped at Walgreens to get my pills (my new best friends. I am sure I will enjoy rehab a lot, especially if I get to meet Lindsay Lohan!) She bought me ice cream and macaroni and Diet Coke and took my annoying little dog home with her. She's so good to me and it blows me away, especially considering she's been doing this whole mothering thing for 32 years, and that I haven't always been the easiest daughter, as my little puking problem illustrates.
I'm a lucky lady to have her, and that's not just the narcotics talking.