The Inner Workings of a Chibi.
Mom: When are you all leaving for your convention?
Me: Thursday morning.
Mom: O.K.

This is the conversation we had this weekend. I thought nothing of it, because my parents always ask when my conventions are, and tell me to call when I get there, ect. ect.

So imagine my surprise when there’s a knock on my door and it’s the mailman with a package from my mom? Turns out she just, randomly on Saturday, went on a shopping spree for herself… and for me. Lane Bryant was having a killer sale so she decided to just, ship me some ridiculously cute clothes!

When I got the box I thought it was more books for me to sign and ship back to her, but noooooo. So I called her and it went a little something like this:

Mom: Daughter.
Me: Mom…?
Mom: *chuckles* Yes?
Me: Uh… I have a strange question…
Mom: O.K.
Me: Did you… go out and buy me cute clothes?!
Mom: *laughs* Well… yes I did *laughs more*

It turns out my mom is feeling really motherly lately, and has decided to spoil me a bit? Uh… I don’t mind AT ALL, it’s just… I was kinda speechless. I mean she already came down for my birthday, and when the book came out, and is also going to come for Thanksgiving, just… wow! I told her that I can’t wait for this whole book thing to take off so I can just, you know, randomly mail her stuff. I’m not really the type to ask my parents for things, and my parents know that, but I guess my mom has decided to catch me off guard. Huh. I thought that when I turned 30 I’d stop shrieking into the phone like an excited when I got things from my mama ^^;;;

Here’s some pictures of the things I got. And yeah, she was asking when we were leaving for con so she could get the clothes to me in time. She got me 3 super cute shirts, 4 pairs of jeans, a pair of pants, and some really cute shoes. So not only did my mom spoil me rotten, she knows how to shop for me and gets me things she knows I’ll love
 

This next part isn’t posted on Facebook, because I don’t want her to see it and she doesn’t have my tumblr.  I think I get where this is all coming from.  I mean yeah, I’m currently unemployed because the job I was supposed to start last month got cancelled.  My mom actually covered my bills for July and my unemployment went through for August, so we’re doing pretty good.  I’m still looking for a job, of course, but with conventions and the book and royalty checks coming that’s also a good sign.  But anyhow, I digress.  

My brother’s birthday is next week, so I know she’s feeling extra motherly.  On top of the fact that I just turned 30, he wasn’t here for that.  He also wasn’t here for my book coming out, and just… I think it’s this quiet thing between me and her, how we don’t have to say, “I miss him,” or, “I wish he was here,” and even the normal, “He’s always here just blah blah blah,” we just… know it’s going through our minds.  She flat out told me that she’d move to Minnesota if it weren’t for my uncle (they live together)  Not like, right next door or anything, but at least in the same state.  We don’t see each other often, but I’ve seen her a lot this year (at least for us, so far she’s been down here twice).  I have this feeling she wants to be here for all of the things we’re doing (conventions, books, cosplay) and be a part of it, somehow.  It’s that time of year when my brother is on our mind, so suddenly she’s been down to see me twice, really spoiled me rotten on my birthday, and now this package.  I’m the only child she has now, and I can’t imagine what it feels like for her to watch me take these creative steps in my life without my brother being there to see it, too.  

They had a bond that I know I wouldn’t understand.  It’s not bad or anything.  She had him when she was 16 and his dad wasn’t there, so the two of them sort of grew up together, you know?  She had help with him, but I feel like they had this connection because she was a young, single mom who made sacrifices for him.  He grew up into a fine young man, and took good care of the people he loved, and I know it’s because of her.  So yeah, I think it may be hitting a bit hard, and she likes hearing me call and being like, “HOMG MOM NO WAY YOU BOUGHT ME THE THINGS!”