Me & Mrs. Jones (a place for Mom)

Fifteen is a surprising age for a boy. Manhood is just out of reach and childhood is forever gone and there are many a lessons to be learned. My experience would be no different for as I remember this is where I was to learned to practice what I preached.”

“Boy you ain’t rich. You’s poor trash, you had told me that fateful day. So why you go and buy a pair of twenty-dollar tennis shoes ? Didn’t you realized I could’ve used that money to feed us?” You inquired angrily. But I had countered with the fact that I hadn’t spent all of it–that fateful day. And that it was mine in the first place. I had worked for it. But you had gone on to say that day :

“I’m cutting my looses with you boy; you are insulting and self-centered and think of no body but yourself; and your arrogance has gotten us both fired with that toy gun stunt you pulled at the Dumones. You have got to go.You have got to get out of  my house.”

Those words had a certain modernity about them that day. It was the fortnight of the second quarter by earth’s calendar; and I was to learn about failure, about success, desire, and fear, and about loss. For you it was a matter of survival–others depended on you and I was dead weight. 

Well today I’m cutting my losses with you. No more nice TV’s. No more casino trips for you and your girl friends and no further humiliation from you for me. We are parting ways. Finished with each other. I won’t come to see you and you want call me no more. And just for the record, that story about a million dollar lottery ticket is the worst, ever, in the history of Mother stories. Something you may want to consider revising. Most of our problems stem from your idiosyncrasies. They have become unmanageable. I’m at wits-end with you.

But in more ways than not–this memory has a certain modernity about it too; the kind that only life itself can explain. It speaks of a time past and a time whose come. Of misplaced values and an expediency that any modern-day person should understand. The elderly and their care is best done by professionals.There is just so much a single person can do to accommodate their needs.

Charles Baudelaire is credited with coining the term “modernity” (modernité) in his 1864 essay “The Painter of Modern Life,” to designate the fleeting, ephemeral experience of life in an urban metropolis, and the responsibility art has to capture that experience. In this sense, it refers to a particular relationship to time, one characterized by intense historical discontinuity or rupture, openness to the novelty of the future, and a heightened sensitivity to what is unique about the present (Kompridis 2006, 32–59).

As an analytical concept: modernity is closely linked to the ethos, and the philosophical, and the political and moral, and the intellectual undercurrents that intersect with the well-being of a person. For us Mrs Jones, it was about survival and respect and rights-of-passage. All of which we were ill prepared. We had parted ways before and understood that sometimes it’s for the best.

 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Modernity

 

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