Mom came to visit

Yesterday morning, I set Will up to play games on the computer and I went to get dressed. I was across the house, but I could hear his game playing fine when all of a sudden he yells, "MOM!"

He's gotten a real annoying habit of yelling lately and I just decided to ignore him. As I continue to dress he yells "MOM!" about every 10-15 seconds. Each one louder than the last; if that was even possible.

After a few minutes I say loud enough to be heard, and in a terribly controlled voice, "Do not yell at me. If you want to talk to me, come into my room and talk to me." He's quite for about 2 minutes and it starts up again.

"MOM!" "MOM!" "MOM!"

It continues for 10 minutes. After a while, every "MOM!" reverberates in my skull and my whole body is shaking with nerves, stress, an over-abundance of "moms" . . . I don't know.

But his prolonged and loud incantation of "MOM" opened up a whirling temporal portal and there she was . . . MOM!



I don't even remember moving, but all of a sudden I am standing over him in the computer room yelling -- in mom's voice --, "I DO NOT LIKE TO BE YELLED AT. IT MAKES ME FEEL BAD AND IT MAKES ME ANGRY."

Then she left.

I look at Will and he is cowering in his chair and looking at me like he's seen a demon -- and he has. In a very quite voice he says, "I am very hungry." A large part of me is greatly ashamed of what just happened, but a part of me is still shaking and upset beyond expression about the entire episode.

I tell him that I will find him something to eat, and I calmly explain to him that he should get up and go to where I am when he wants to talk to me. I ask him, "Did you like it when mom yelled at you?" Of coarse, he hadn't. "Then why would you want to yell at me?"

I got him breakfast and he went back to playing. I went back to my room to deal with Mom's visit and try to get back to myself. Will pops up a few minutes and slowly comes into the room. "I am very thirsty," he says in a normal tone of voice.

They say we all turn into our mothers. No one mentioned we can just randomly be possessed by them. While I don't feel good about being a portal to evil, I was able to dampen the spirit enough to make her words less hurtfull; or she's lost some of her viger thorugh the years. That old woman could really injur a person with words in my youth.