Just a thought on Moms

I was just watching "Judging Amy." And I guess I'll never understand people who have moms that care enough to help them, and they bitch about it. Like when Susan P's mom used to bring her paper and household goods. She used to complain that her mom was not letting her be responcible. She ahs no idea how lucky she was. Susan was always such an ass. Now don't get me wrong, I loved my mom, but she never helped me after I became an adult. I was on my own, like it or not. Derek's mother was more of a "mother" to me. Actually I thought the world of Derek's mom and I still do. She was there for her children, no matter what. She lived her life on her terms, yet she always had time for her kids.
To have parents that you can relate to, that can relate to you, that can share life with you, instead of draining away the life energy you have. I love my parents for the good things, and after so many years, I'm not really angry about their shortcomings and how those so affected me. Maybe it is what has given me the very strong survvial instinct I possess.
I know a tv show is no real reflection of life, but I do love watching "Judging Amy." It takes place in my hometown of Hartford, Ct and I look at it and part of me wishes my family woulda been more like that.
This afternoon's photo? Glastonbury, Ct in 1984, Naubuc Ave, looking across the street from my old house. That field and the tobacco sheds are long gone replaced by a Super Shop and Stop, Barnes and Noble and a bunch of other retail, office, and whatever. I guess I'm glad I didn't buy that house, although it was for sale in 1985 for $100,000, it is now worth $450,000. It was such a cool house. I hope it still is.