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Ah, marketing savvy. That sharp tongued Simon of Idol fame searched the world for some international cute guys with pipes and cranked out Il Divo.
They made the ladies swoon when they went on Oprah to Sing "Regresa me", a young testosterone laden Italiano version of Unbreak my Heart (Toni, you’ve a beautiful voice, but that has simply got to be one of the most godawful repetitive songs ever written).
But at a Tower Records listening station, I curiously quequed up track 2 because it was titled "Mama". Cheesy? You bet. Eye Candy pop? Heck, yeah. But the lyrics almost made me weep on the spot; for if there is one love in my life that’s worth going all maudlin, over it’s Mom.
I immediately bought the CD for her, and she loved it. She also said one of the Il Divo boys was especially handsome and "should be cast as Batman in the next movie".
"Excuse me!?, what on earth are you talking about mom?"
"Look, he has such perfect lips and jaw. He’d look perfect in that Batman mask".
OK, then. Not going there. Take a looksee for yourself:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rkKGemUt_70
Ignore the pretentiousness of the video and the creepy religious imagery (Ok, creepy to me, inspiring to others I understand, including mom who is a semi-Catholic). And if you’re into boys, the fact that they are muy guapo sure doesn’t hurt…
But the lyrics are beautiful and so true for those of us who were blessed enough to have kindhearted mums. The longer I work with clients who suffer or are damaged emotionally, the more I realize that most people do NOT have a mom like mine.
Each swiflty passing year I understand more that much of what is solid in this heart is a credit to her alone, and has given me a lifelong advantage.
On this day, my mom is away in Taipei, tending to her mother, my 92 year old grandma "Puopuo". I mourn for grandma but more I dread the emotional loss when she does pass. Mom and Auntie still cry rivers about Grandpa, and he died more than 33 years ago.
I’m driving her car around, and playing the Il Divo CD I got her, (as well as some Julio Iglesies- whom we took her to see at Mt. Winery).
When she is here, she makes me completely nuts.
Reminding me of the need to take potty breaks, wash my car, eat more, cook more, improve my Chinese, and suggesting "don’t you think you’re getting a little too old to wear stuff like that?". (No, Mom I don’t think so! I’ll flaunt my measly 2-pack for as long as I have it…Sophia Loren just modeled for the Pirelli calendar and she is HOW old!?). Her response when I revealed my deep -seated fear that matrimony is kind of "a trap" was ,
"Well, yes, of course it’s a trap!. But you have to get married sometime. That’s just life!" This said with great cheeriness. Uh, not helpful!
I go feed the cat, Mimi longs for her - but will accept me as a substitute to bestow those purrs on. The plants also grudgingly accept my substandard care while she is away. Nothing dies. But they don’t exactly thrive either…
It’s midnight in Cali, daybreak in Taiwan.
And I miss my mom.
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