Greatest mom ever.

The minute I heard that Beyonce and Jay Z were kicking off their On The Run Tour this summer, I knew I had to be there. I was willing to sell plasma, a kidney, my body, and a limited edition football helmet I bought at a yard sale for a ticket. I waited for today, the day when BeyHive fan club members could purchase prerelease tickets.

Well, today came.

I got to work (because I get up early for no one), clicked Favorites, and busted that Beyonce.com link wide open. Here’s where the proverbial shit hit the fan. Number one, the show’s not been coming to New York City. Like, what the shit?! Anyway, they’re playing in Jersey so I was willing to bite that trashy ass “wish you were a burrough” bullet. But then… Oh, but then… These tickets were a smooth $295 plus for some gum-on-the-floor, condom layered, “is this the right arena” seats. Listen, the way my bank account’s set up. I ain’t gone be able to do it. Dream deferred.

Oh, but my sweet mother. Let me tell you about this saint. She, in all of her crushed velvet motherly royal-ness, offered to pay for half my ticket. Like… What?! This is a small gesture to some but it showed me that she truly loved me more than I could know. For some back story, she was the one that took me to my first Beyonce concert and SAT THERE while I fan-girled the fuck out in that stadium.

I couldn’t do it. I can’t ask her to assist in paying for something so frivolous, yet vital to my being. I could come up with so many more worthwhile things to do with that money, like fly home to Texas and visit my mother. Trust me, I groaned in shame at the thought of spending money on this concert instead of going home to visit mom as well. At any rate, there’s a shit ton of other productive things I would do with that. I respectfully and graciously denied but, semi jokingly (because life) offered that she could buy my pizza and wine tonight (don’t judge my choice in dinner, just keep reading).

Ladies and gentlemen, she ensured that her eldest son was satiated with this beautiful pie and the biggest bottle of Yellow Tail Pinot Grigio I could carry. She’s too good to me.

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7 thoughts on “Greatest mom ever.

      1. Someday you will be able to return the favors. My parents have not paid for a meal out in years, or several things for that matter. I am fortunate I can give them back a fraction of all they gave me. Most of all the appreciate the time I make for them, I think they feel that is the best gift.

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  1. Great story! I wish my kids would turn me down and settle for pizza and wine. I can say this though…I am forever grateful for the grandkids they gave me. They are my greatest joy.

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