Truly Liberated

All of my mother's best friends are judges. They can become your best friend to if you just check your local listings. Every morning when she rises, she turns on her tv and spends the day with her best friends: Judge Mathis, Judge Brown, and Judge Hatchett. My mother is a little too self-righteous to be friends with Judge Judy but she tolerates her from time to time.

Some might ask if my mother is a stereotypical housewife that eats bon-bons while sitting on the couch in her robe and rollers. Actually she is the antithesis of this woman as on our wall hangs two degrees for which my mother has obtained and a host of plaques and awards. My mother loathes bons-bons, has a closet full of robes collecting dust, as are her rollers since she has cut off all her hair. Despite it all, I admire my mother.

After almost 40 years as an educator my mother spends her mornings and afternoons watching television. While some may call her lazy, I call her retired. Or in other words, liberated. My mother has reached the maximum level of liberated. She has been married to the same man for almost 30 blissful years, has three students that are college graduates, and receives a retirement check every month symbolizing the effort she excerated for so many years.

A devoted mother to many, a phenomenal cook, righteous sister, and most importantly liberated. So I guess at the end of the day, I let her enjoy her courtship with her tv. Who shall judge her?