My mother, of all people, is addicted to the Twilight series. She is enthralled by each and every character and the actors that play them. I am aware that there is a group of "moms" out there who are addicted to the franchise and I wonder why. I am 34, respectively, and I really don't understand it.
From what I can gleen from my own mother is that she is pining for fantasy and romance... not that that is a bad thing. I think it's great... and curious. I have spoken with her and I have informed her that I believe she is reliving her teenage years, vicariously, through a girl who is in love with the ultimate bad boy. I know my mother as well as anyone can know there mother, and I am saddened at the thought of my mom, as a teenage girl, alone in her room daydreaming for James Dean. On the flip side, I am glad James Dean never came.
I have had my share of bad boys... They grow up to be jaggoffs. My mother, on the other hand, married a man 10 years her senior and proceeded to take care of his children. Soon after that, she had her own children to take care of.
I don't know the details of my mother's teenage love life, but I am sure if there was a juicy story in there I would have heard about it. So goes the affinity for Twilight. I am glad when she regales me with the goings on of "Fork", because it makes her giggle like a teenager. Her soul is so young. Her eyes light up. Her imagination aglow.
While I am doing dishes thinking about whether or not I am paying enough attention to my baby daughter, who sleeps 4 yards away, my mother is reading, or re-reading a Twilight book. She may be watching the DVD, or googling the next movie. Like a tweener with the Jo-bros, my mama has Edward.
God bless you, old girl.
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I have been informed by an educated source, that it is "Forks", and not "Fork". I will make note of that for the next blog I write about you, mom.
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