I heard this song during JUMPING THE BROOM and thought of my mom.
She may not really get all my wackado life choices.
"Hi, Mom. I'm going to quit a job I like and move to Rome, Italy and write screenplays."
"Please stop asking me when I'm going to get married. It's not going to happen." It so funny how my dad never asks me about getting married.
My mom and I had two completely upbringings. I'm an American and she was raised in a tiny village on a tiny Caribbean island. My teenage years were not fun. We couldn't relate to each other at all.
I never had that "bestie" relationship with my mom. However, once I got older, spent more time in the Caribbean and especially moving overseas myself, I have a much better understanding of what it was like for her to move to America.
My mom is a f-ing bad ass. Really. I moved from one big city to another other. My mom moved from an island of less than 30,000 to New York freaking City. She made that move in the early 60s. Think about what was going on in America back then.
We may not do the whole hang out all day like girlfriends thing, but I appreciate how much my mom believes in me and supports me despite my unconventional career path.
Thanks Mom and Happy Mother's Day!!