My Question was particular

My question was particular: show me how Mom sees things, please.

The words below are what Spirit showed me after meditating on the question above.

Yesterday, my Mom got all crazy about a hook in the wall. You see, in her mind, that hook that's been in the wall, in the same place, for over six years now, has all of a sudden become the biggest thing to worry over, and for the next ten or fifteen minutes, her words are something similar to what is written below.

"The hook is loose. I don't like it. I don't remember putting that hook there in the first place. That hook has got to go. I really don't like it. Joe's not home right now, and I don't know where he keeps the other better hooks downstairs. He's always moving his workbench around, and I can never find anything. You gotta take the stuff off that hook, now okay, because it's loose and it's gonna cause a giant hole in the wall, geez, really, it's already starting to make a hole. What the frig, now I have to try to fix this thing? This is NOT what I had planned on doing all day today at all."

I listened as she went on about this innocent hook that has done nothing but simply be there to hang stuff on for the past six years, and who has now entered her brain state as MUST BE DONE NOW OR MY DAY WON'T FUNCTION RIGHT territory.

I saw her physical reaction to the criminal in question: her face reddened as she talked, her upper back got stiff, her breathing became quick, the tone of her voice slowly rose, and the sense of urgency to get that blasted damn-it-to-hell hook out of the wall went sky high.

All in a matter of less than sixty seconds, AKA one minute.

Usually, my reaction to her in this situation or in similar ones would be to absorb her abrasiveness, energy, and emotional baggage. I'd start to get angry, my body would begin to ache or hurt specifically on the left side, and I'd get very moody and nasty bitchy.

Yesterday, I decided to do and did something different.

I paused in her presence and simply listened to what was underneath.

And at first, it wasn't easy to be in her presence whilst she was going on and on about the hook and how her entire life was going to be put on hold because of it. It wasn't easy by any stretch of the imagination out there, so I'm not going to even try to be all Pollyanna and say that it was.

Cuz, it wasn't.

Yet, as she continued, it became easier to simply sink into her energy and allow the feeling of energetic abrasiveness to be there without trying to fight it, or her, or do anything about it.

And after a few minutes, I felt myself shift from where she was - highly intense - to calm, all by doing one thing: I kept telling myself not to take anything she was saying personally and to focus on the message behind the words.

And, instead of responding to her words in my regular, previously irritated fashion, I focused on getting myself ready for work in a good mood, because, after listening to her and the underlying message of what she was actually saying, it seemed to me that the criminal hook in question was simply a cover for Mom to open up a conversation with me in her way.

And I couldn't help but smile against her abrasive nature.

And, to let her know I heard her (and to further the conversation), I made sure to tell her to leave a new hook on the table, and that I'd install it.