Long Island Moms Are No Ordinary Moms, And You Won't Understand Until You Meet One

Long Island Moms Are No Ordinary Moms, And You Won't Understand Until You Meet One

“Whaat,” with the “a” sound extremely drawn out.

On my way home for spring break, I searched the crowded train frantically for an empty seat, my heavy bags weighing me down, awkwardly trying to keep all of my possessions together. As I searched, I saw an open seat across from two mothers animatedly chatting with one another. As I got closer and started to overhear their conversation, I realized that these were no ordinary moms. No, these were Long Island Moms, a statement that anyone from Long Island would immediately understand.

As I sat down, I took out my phone and contentedly listened to their conversation, one of which would only take place on Long Island. “Did you hear about my cousin’s sister’s girlfriend’s daughter whose husband just had a triple bypass?”, one woman questioned the other.

She paused, presumably collecting her thoughts, and reiterated, “A triple bypass! But I mean he’s lost so much weight that now his cheeks sag because he used to be so fat, and I told my girlfriend he should go to that new gym my husband and I joined…” I nodded to myself. This seemed about right and was a Long Island mom staple.

They somehow knew everything about everyone, even the people most distantly related or connected to them in some way. No matter how vaguely related they were to those people, their strong opinions did not waver. The two mom’s conversation continued, occasionally punctuated by a loud “Whaat,” with the “a” sound extremely drawn out.

Other people looked over, but I didn’t even bother to flinch. Yet another Long Island mom staple, the extremely loud “what”, typically followed by a statement such as the one I overheard, “Whaat? I’m telling you right now if Patty is going, then count me out! Did you know she thinks I’m in love with her husband?”

As the two moms continued on with their conversation, I realized just how much I had missed Long Island, and how it really is a unique kind of person that lives on Long Island. I reflected on how my college friends would most definitely feel out of place overhearing this conversation, and would laugh at its absurd nature. I was definitely laughing to myself, but not because the conversation was foreign to me. Rather, it was due to the fact that the conversation was so natural, something that you would overhear while on Long Island.

The conversation started up again. “I told him to come pick me up, but did you know he almost crashed into the DMV during his driver’s test? Should I use that Uber app? I told him to tell me how to use the Uber app! He’s going to kill me, his poor mother!” The other woman nodded in sympathy, and began to recite her own story about how her son was “driving her up the wall”, as well. I ducked my head and smiled again. Of course, their sons made their way into the conversation. This was precisely the reason that I felt so comfortable sitting so close to these random women.

Long Island moms care about their children more than anything else, and would do just about anything for them. I knew that they would let me sit across from them without a problem before I even sat down, just like how I knew as soon as they left the train some sort of conversation about me would ensue.

“That nice girl sitting across the train, you know who she reminds me of? Remember Tommy’s cousin’s brother’s ex-girlfriend? Now that was a good girl, did you know now he’s married to Teresa’s brother’s old co-worker, and the mother goes to my hair salon?”

As the train finally arrived at my station, I sighed in contentment. I was home at last, and couldn’t think of a more appropriate welcome than the two, wonderfully stereotypical Long Island moms.

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To The Dad Who Didn't Want Me, It's Mutual Now

Thank you for leaving me because I am happy.

Thank you, for leaving me.

Thank you, for leaving me when I was little.

Thank you, for not putting me through the pain of watching you leave.

Thank you, for leaving me with the best mother a daughter could ask for.

I no longer resent you. I no longer feel anger towards you. I wondered for so long who I was. I thought that because I didn't know half of my blood that I was somehow missing something. I thought that who you were defined me. I was wrong. I am my own person. I am strong and capable and you have nothing to do with that. So thank you for leaving me.

In my most vulnerable of times, I struggled with the fact that you didn't want me. You could have watched me grow into the person that I have become, but you didn't. You had a choice to be in my life. I thought that the fact that my own father didn't want me spoke to my own worth. I was wrong. I am so worthy. I am deserving, and you have nothing to do with that. So thank you for leaving me.

You have missed so much. From my first dance to my first day of college, and you'll continue to miss everything. You won't see me graduate, you won't walk me down the aisle, and you won't get to see me follow my dreams. You'll never get that back, but I don't care anymore. What I have been through, and the struggles that I have faced have brought me to where I am today, and I can't complain. I go to a beautiful school, I have the best of friends, I have an amazing family, and that's all I really need.

Whoever you are, I hope you read this. I hope you understand that you have missed out on one of the best opportunities in your life. I could've been your daughter. I could have been your little girl. Now I am neither, nor will I ever be.

So thank you for leaving me because I am happy. I understand my self-worth, and I understand that you don't define me. You have made me stronger. You have helped make me who I am without even knowing it.

So, thank you for leaving me.

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A Prayer For The Christians, After Brett Kavanaugh's Confirmation

I lift up our Nation during a time when we need God the most.


Dear God, we are a divided nation as ever. In recent events, the devil has been ever so present, dividing your children apart.

We, your children, your followers, your disciples, trust in you, however, today is a time where we are lost within ourselves. It has been shown that some of our brothers and sisters in Christ support a man that falls so far beneath you that it is unnerving.

A man who has lied. A man accused of mistreating a woman. A man who has turned most of your children against a woman who only tried to serve the greater good.

We know that you are a just God. However, in times like these, our faith falters.

We can't understand how a man like Brett Kavanaugh is to now hold the title of the Supreme Court Justice.

A man who was accused of sexually assaulting a young woman in his earlier years. A man who showed his true colors during the interview process when questioned about the accusations that were made against him. Lord, this is a man who, after he had won, did not even apologize to Dr. Ford for all she had endured.

Oh, Dear Lord, you see as to why it weighs so heavily on our hearts? A man who falls so far away from you now holds the most powerful title in the judicial branch in our government.

Lord, are we to be like the Israelites who had to wander through the desert because they allowed corrupt power to overtake them? Are we to be like your fallen followers who allowed Satan to slither his way into their lives? Will we be living our own book of Lamentations soon enough?

How much more will we have to endure for our brothers and sisters to see that the devil is alive and well within our government?

Oh, God, I pray that you wrap your comforting arms around the survivors of sexual harassment and assault. I pray that you remind them that your love is unending and the outcome of this Supreme Court decision will not waver that.

I pray you give them strength and bravery to face those who believe that the word of a woman is less than meaningless.

I pray that you surround the women who mourned this loss as I did with people who believe them and love them as you love us.

Lord, I pray that your presence in Capitol Hill becomes ever so evident because, without you, we are nothing.

I lift up Brett Kavanaugh. I pray that you open up his heart and allow him to see a Christ-like life to live and serve — a life you allowed your own son to live.

I pray for his forgiveness because like we all are, he is a sinner. I pray, Lord, that you make yourself known to him.

Lastly, God, I pray for my fellow brothers and sisters in Christ. This is a trying time for any believer. I pray they find truth in you and you alone.

As it says in the book of Psalms, "Send out your light and your truth; let them lead me; let them bring me to your holy hill and to your dwelling!"

In Your Name, I Pray, Amen.

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