Let’s take a quick break from my 24 Hours in Paris series to celebrate Moms and how much they care about us. As an only child, I don’t want to say that my Mom cares too much, but all of her maternal instincts are focused on me. There’s no brother/sister to buffer the impact of her love and attention.
Needless to say, my adventurous free spirit drives her insane. I like to live a life that makes her say “you’re going to drive me to an early grave”. Just the other night, I proposed to her an upcoming itinerary and she just said “you like going places that add gray hairs to my head.” I find her reactions to my wild nature entertaining and often purposefully do things to illicit responses. Here’s some of my favorite ways I’ve messed with my mother in the past.
Here’s a classic from my recent trip to Europe. My mother always demands that I give her a complete itinerary of where I’m going, where I’m staying, and even phone numbers of the friends I will be hanging out with. If she had the ability to implant a tracking device under my skin, she would. But in this lovely letter, I encourage her to use her “unique set of skills” to track me down if I were to be kidnapped.
Last year, I climbed to the top of City View Apartments in Philadelphia to get… well… a view of the city. I was hired to take photos of luxury apartments in Philadelphia and this job consisted of me climbing skyscrapers to take photos of other skyscrapers. This building in particular is one that you’re seriously not allowed to get on top of. It’s 28 floors up with no railing or walls! Here’s a photo a friend of mine took with his iPhone. I immediately texted it to my mother. But the view was totally worth it:
Mother’s response was gold: