Sometimes you have to do things that you don’t want to do. I think the title speaks for itself. At the ripe age of 29, I have known all along that I am a collector. My collections have ranged from action figures, to lead figures, the obvious comic books, X-men related cards, etc. These collections have grown and I have boxes upon boxes of random collector stuff that only I can love. However, all the collections started with The Smurfs. I don’t know if it was because I was an only child or just an extremely selfish and demanding child (probably the latter) but I had quite The Smurf collection. As you can see from the picture, I had EVERYTHING Smurf! I also had a Smurf 2-wheeler, which I used to ride up and down my street with no pants on. When my mom would come home from work, she would yell at me, “Where are your pants??” I’m like the original Lady GaGa since I hate wearing pants.
On Wednesday, my mom came over to my house for computer help. My brother, Charlie, is at Cross Country camp for the week, and she is lost when it comes to uploading pictures on Facebook. I have since learned that it is easier to upload them myself and not trouble-shoot via phone call. (Yes, I have tried teaching her as she wrote down instructions, but she ALWAYS calls anyway looking for help). Anyway, she showed up (and I was not wearing pants, so she had to yell at me about that while I said “this is my house and I can walk around in my underwear if I want to!”) and brought me two little surprises.
Mom: “Look, The Smurfs! Your favorite!”
Me: “What? Huh? Mom?!”
In that instant, I looked into her almond-shaped eyes and saw my 2-year-old reflection in them. No, my mother is not very sentimental AT ALL, but at that moment, she really wanted me to react like I was 2 years old again. I didn’t know what to do but love them and remember how happy each little figure used to make me.
On Thursday, I had a very busy day since I had a doctor’s appointment and had our carpets cleaned later in the evening. My mom called when I was in her hospital for the appointment and asked if I wanted to see a movie that night. Since Matt is now back on first shift, I haven’t seen my mom very much at all. We used to get “crabby crab” every few weeks from Joe’s Crab Shack. Since it had been so long since we’ve hung out, I said I’d go to the movie.
Little did I know that I would be seeing The Smurfs movie with her. I won’t lie, part of me wanted to see the movie for nostalgia’s sake, but it would have been a matinée. As a red-blooded comic book follower, I still haven’t seen Captain America yet, and I’m going to see The Smurfs first? Well, like I said at the beginning, sometimes you have to do things you don’t want to do. So we went to the movie. And yes, it is horrible if you are not a child. I wanted to boycott the movie since it had Katy Perry in it and I am still mad about the Katy Perry/Chicago incident, but she was good in it I suppose. The best part about the movie? Watching my mom laugh like nobody was watching her. There were two other families in the theatre with small children. Then there was my mom and me. Yes, the other people turned a few times when she would say things like, “Oh it is enchanted!” “Watch out, Smurfette!” or “That Gargamel!” (I know, my mom is the annoying person who randomly talks during movies. This is why we always go to movies during the week so real movie-goers won’t be annoyed.)
As soon as we walked out, I looked over at her and she just smiled. She said, “That was really bad, but it was so much fun.”
I guess Mom, I guess.