I know the world’s greatest psychic medium.
She knows everything, or used to. For some reason, her amazing powers have diminished with age. Maybe it’s reduced desire or need that has caused her powers to begin to withdraw from the heavy duty work she saw in the 60s and 70s. She was amazingly accurate most of the time.
Even so, few people have heard of her.
She was my mother.
Well, she still IS my mom. She’s just not as busily psychic and being mom as she used to be.
Do I have proof of her abilities?
Of course not. Like anybody documents the stuff their mom says!
Things my mom said that came true:
- Someday, you won’t want to help me anymore. Yep, she was right. Someday, I was going to have other things I considered more important than helping her with housework or cooking dinner.
- Someday, you are going to grow up. This one was true too, but she forgot the growing “out” part. Why didn’t she predict I’d have a slim waistline and never have to worry about it?
- You are going to get hurt if you keep doing that. Oh, I can’t count the times that she was right on this one. I have scars on the top of my head from a rake colliding with my head after I had the idea of hanging it in the tree. I have assorted scars and aches and pains from other occasions when she was right too. She really called this one.
- You are going to have a daughter who gives you ten times what you gave me. Oh, why couldn’t she have cursed me with a docile and obedient daughter who was good looking, smart, neat, well mannered, and socially adept too? That perfect child like all my friends supposedly had…instead of a blond headed little firecracker who knew what she wanted and would figure out how to get it. Then again, I’d have missed the opportunity to be loved by that blond headed firecracker too. Even so, I have plenty of gray hair to attest to that ten fold remark.
- One day, we’re going to have a black president. She was right here too, but it wasn’t because she voted for him. At least I don’t think so. Maybe she did? I’ll never know for sure, now will I?
Some of her predictions haven’t come true…yet. Things like:
- We’ll have a woman as president. We have only had a few even run as vice presidential candidates, and the only serious contender for the president was Hillary Clinton. Personally, I doubt she is going to run again, but…I think she was a capable person who would have likely done a good job. After all, she had the rare opportunity to do eight years of back seat driving, now didn’t she? I’d probably vote for her too. On the other hand, the vice president add-ons that were women weren’t that impressive. I can’t remember even what Geraldine Ferraro looked like. I didn’t even realize she had passed away in 2011 until I looked her up online. Sarah Palin…well, I’m not a conservative of that flavor. I wasn’t enthusiastic, to say the least. I honestly thought John McCain made a critical error in choosing her as a running mate. I still think so. The media turned Palin into a clown, and he was her puppet as the campaign progressed. I have no idea who the next woman candidate would possibly be–no one has emerged in the political news that has caught my attention as a “oh yeah I can vote for her” kind of candidate. Like a lot of people, while I’d love to have a feminine president, I’m not willing to vote for anyone wearing a skirt to make that happen. It’s got to be someone who can do the job.
- We’ll have a colony on the moon and Mars. We’re a long ways from this one. We’ve not been to the moon in decades, and never have sent a man to Mars. I’m not so confident about this one. We may likely have a woman president before this happens.
- There will be another world war, and we’ll be in it. This is one that I hope she was wrong about. Really wrong. I’m going to work towards having peace and making her wrong. No one in their right mind wants this one to be correct.
Moms. They are all the world’s greatest psychics, but what makes a great psychic? In my case, it was the fact that my mother usually found out about any shenanigans I’d been involved in pretty fast. Sometimes before I got home, other times before the following school day ended, and she knew. Then, there was the consequences to face. I think the worst one was when she was disappointed in me. I still do.
I consider myself lucky to have my mother. I love her, I admire her, and I think of her as my friend. She’s known me all my life, after all. No matter what I do, she still loves me, even when she’s upset at my choices. We disagree on a lot of things, and agree on a lot of other things. Often, we merely agree to disagree, and leave the topic alone. Some sleeping dogs are best left that way, it seems. She’s not young anymore, and it’s just as hard to accept that as it is to realize that I am also “ever so much more than twenty.” Heck, even my own daughter is now “ever so much more than twenty.” I’m a grandma, and my mother is a great grandma four times over, with three great granddaughters and one great grandson.
I’ve learned over time. When I was angry because of the decisions that she made that weren’t the right ones, she still was trying to make the best decision she could with the information that she had available to her at the time. None of her decisions were made because she didn’t care, ever. I learned this by walking in those same shoes, and making decisions that maybe weren’t the best ones, but they were the best ones I could make with the available information. I learned that some of the things she chose weren’t because she didn’t believe in me, but rather that she couldn’t believe that other people would betray either her or me in that situation.
I couldn’t learn these things without being a mom myself. For some perverse reason, it was one of those things that there is no class to take, no book to read, no list of rules to follow. You have to do it the hard way. No kid arrives with an owner’s manual, and they are all different models. They usually have entirely different operating systems too. You wing it, learning as you go. You do the best as you can, worry a lot, cry some, laugh some, and sometimes, you are as proud and thrilled as can be.
Not even the greatest psychic in the world could have predicted that I’d lose a child myself. She couldn’t give me an owner’s manual on how to cope with the grief and guilt and sorrow and everything else that floods you while you are grieving. She did prepare me to cope with what life sent my way as best as she could though, and was always there to share the pain and joy alike.
I had my day as the world’s greatest psychic too. I don’t think I made as ,many momentous predictions as my mother did. I know I did repeat the ten fold one though, and guess what? I’m the grandmother to a little blond haired toddler that shows signs of being a firecracker too. She reminds me a lot of the uncle she never got to meet as well, with her ability to love so unconditionally, without prejudice or reservation. I love that little girl to death, and I put my flour out of reach. I still remember how far her uncle could spread a few cups of flour through a kitchen…vividly. The vegetable oil is up too. I remember having to figure out how to clean up a few GALLONS of accidentally spilled vegetable oil off of a kitchen floor. (Spread newspapers over the mess, soak it up, bag the papers, and repeat. When it’s no longer slippery with oil, lay another layer of paper on the floor and leave it there for several hours before scrubbing the floor with soap and water. Voila! It’s all gone!) Crayons are kept on top of the refrigerator, and issued one at a time. I didn’t need to remember this one, she’s illustrated her imagination at home a few times. I’m too old to make a toddler stand and scrub it all off of the wall while crying these days. Besides, I’m the grandma now, I get to say things like “that’s okay honey.” i can let her have cake for breakfast too…even if she only eats the frosting off of the top. I don’t have to be responsible anymore. That is what parents are for!
And it’s her mom’s turn to become the world’s greatest psychic.