Memories

     The heatwave is over, so it's time to get back to work.  I took a little break because when the heat, with the humidity, creeps dangerously close to 50 degrees (it went to 48 last Sunday), well, there's really nothing else you can do but lay naked in front of the air conditioner with a cold beer and wait it out.

​     Laying around sans clothes in the heat, I had a lot of time to think and to remember things and my mind turned to my childhood and I began thinking about some of the happier times.  I thought about how I used to love going on vacation to Grand Manan with my mother.  We'd rent a cabin and eat seafood and go to the beach.  Those memories, in part, inspired this piece which I call Mother and Son.   As you can see, it shows a mother and son on the beach, watching the waves roll in.

​     The relationship between a mother and son is an interesting one to me.  There's lots of love of course, but it's different than the mother and daughter relationship because, a son is a boy, he's probably not going to be a mini version of the mother.  Generally speaking, the bonding and the dynamic are going to be a bit different than what you'd see with mommy and a little girl; there probably won't be dress up tea parties and make up lessons, but if there are, that's okay too.  Instead there are other, less obvious things, walks on the beach, playing ball, drawing, colouring.  I'm certainly no mini version of my mother at first glance, I'm more like my father, sturdily built, with a big voice and apparently, sometimes, a big mouth. If I could count the number of times Misty has reminded me that she didn't sign up to marry Bryan, I'd be a rich man!  The similarities between my mother and I, the evidence of any relationship or impact that she had on me are much more subtle.  My curly hair, my killer summer tan, my sensitive nature, my love of all things ocean and seafood, that's all her. 

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