advice from my mother

My mom comes with me to pick up my dress for the wedding, while Alexander sleeps.  I just had the dress shortened.  Today is her first time seeing the dress. Her comment:  “It’s gorgeous, and the length is perfect.”

The three of us have breakfast together at the local diner.  Before we leave, Alexander and my mom reluctantly agree to a photo.  Though they complain a bit about the process, they are happy with the result.

Although my mom thinks it’s nice that Alexander is willing to act as my photographer, I know he’s not taking the pictures she thinks he is.

My mom and I leave early for dinner.  Sitting on the subway she looks at me and says, “You look beautiful.“

We get to Hell’s Kitchen around five pm for dinner.  We easily agree on a restaurant. Considering all our criteria — must be near the movie theater where we are seeing a 7pm screening of KILL YOUR DARLINGS; must not be too expensive; must not be fast-food; must have decent reviews; and must appeal to both our tastes — it’s amazing how quickly we choose Hudson Station.  And, we both love our slider meals (mine tuna, hers burger).

We get to the screening where we meet my friend Linda.  I do the intro, and afterwards my mother says, “You did a really great job.  You seem very comfortable speaking.”  True, all I did was welcome everyone, thank some people and the studio, mention the stars and director, and remind members of the no texting/phone rule.  But my mom’s never seen me speak in public and I appreciate her saying I did well.

The movie ends and my mom says, “I really enjoyed that. It was intense and interesting.”  I was afraid she’d find it boring, as some scenes are slow.  But she only comments on the more compelling parts of the film.

So the advice my mom gives me this visit?  None. Just kind words and supportive comments.  Perfect.