Throughout our lives, we're going to meet people who are on the same wavelengths as us, and many more that are not on the same wavelengths on us... in fact, for some, we even wonder if they're on a wavelength at all. But I think if any wavelength matters, it's the one shared between a mother and her child.
I've realised recently, that mother and I are not on the same wavelength. And it is, I've decided, not something that will be cured, through time and maturation. It's not a matter of age... but a matter of personality, different mechanism and way of thinking. It's not that we fight a lot, or if at all. In fact, there are times in which I will say, "you know that thing, I'm not sure..." and she'll know exactly what that thing is -- even though I've only spoken about it once before, just briefly. And moments like that, are gold. Pure gold.
But I know, in actual fact, we're not on the same wavelength. There are times, where she'll talk, and I'll listen... and I don't know, it's not something I can put my finger on, it's not something tangible, which makes it so much harder to describe. We have different ways of looking at things, perhaps shaped by our experiences and how we were rooted as people.
And don't get me wrong, I like that, very much.
I'm just glad we're able to make it work, everyday, even though had we been the same age, we'd be the complete opposites of each other. I wish I could share more with her--my thoughts, my feelings, me--but sometimes wavelengths of different origin, forever running on lines that don't meet end to end, don't permit that.