Today's essay was actually the first one I wrote this semester. We were instructed to write our favorite memory of our mom. In case you don't know my mom, she's great! She does lots of funny stuff too, like "Hail Mary," even though we aren't Catholic. My mom and I are really close and have done a lot of great things together, but my favorite one by far was when I was able to share my Katycatness with her. This is the essay that spawned from that. Enjoy!
Katycat Mom
“This is the part of me that you’re never ever gonna take
away from me!” I couldn’t help but sing at the top of my lungs as we sat in
rush hour traffic.
My mom gripped the steering wheel, smiling but not saying
anything. I had to hand it to her. Katy Perry was my thing, but she agreed to
come along for the movie, and for that I was super grateful. Driving to Sandy
on my own was a little more than terrifying.
Singing along to Katy Perry was a must since we were
headed to her movie. Everyone thought I was nuts for driving to Sandy from
Syracuse in the middle of Rush Hour to see her documentary when I could wait an
extra three days and see it at the theater up the street, but this was the premiere. Having been selected as a
Paramount “Katy Captain” my tickets to the movie were free, along with the blue
hoodie I was rocking in the 100 heat.
“I’m really glad you’re coming with me to this,” I mused
in between songs.
My mom smiled. We had talked a lot about Katy in recent
months. It wasn’t really a surprise to anyone that Katy was my hero, and my mom
being as cool as she was, embraced it. She had even sat and watched Katy
Youtube videos with me the night before, in preparation for our movie
mommy/daughter date. Obviously being a Katycat, I knew most of what was going
to be in the film, but I did my best not to talk about it. No need to ruin the
movie for my mom.
We, well my mom, drove through town, locating the theater
the premiere was being held in. Worried about traffic, we left early, leaving
us plenty of time to stop at Crown Burger
for dinner. I was an antsy case of excitement as we made our way back to the
theater, our stomachs full. The box office lady directed us to the screen Katy Perry: Part of Me was being shown
in and I all but ran to it. I didn’t have the tickets, since Paramount had
promised someone at the door would have them for me.
“What contest did you win?” the woman controlling
admittance asked.
“I’m a Katy Captain,” I replied, fear flooding my
stomach. I was positive she was about to turn me away.
Her brow furrowed for a minute before her eyes widened.
“Oh you’re the studio rep. Of course, here are your tickets.”
I took the tickets as she walked past with a handful of
official movie posters.
“What does she have to do to get one of those,” my mom
asked, surprising me. She had been pretty quiet about my captain swag.
The woman pulled one from her hand and gave it to me.
“They’re supposed to be for contest winners, but since you’re the studio rep,
you can have one. What size of t-shirt do you wear? I’ll get you one of those
too.”
I grinned like a clown, amazed that my mom had just
scored me more swag. I told the woman my size and was escorted into the
theater. Being the only paramount rep, we had the entire center row to
ourselves. The lights dimmed and the open credits rolled. I watched the movie,
reveling in every Katy-filled moment while silently wondering what my mom
thought of it all. I whispered extra tidbits about the people to her, trying to
fill in the gaps I felt the movie left. When the film was over, I was all sorts
of excited. I looked at my mom, who was smiling.
“So, what did you think?” I cautiously asked.
“I liked it, a lot,” she responded. Her smile said it
all. I knew my mom was a Katycat. No longer would I have to justify my
adoration or explain Katy related things. She got it.
Mom and I in Disneyland 2012
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