I’ve been in a slightly rebellious mood for the past week.

And it has definitely got me to thinking…

My mother bought me my phone. She bought me my clothes, my truck, everything.

Therefore, when I decide to act out of line (in her opinion) she takes those things away one by one. It’s understandable, she’s my mother, and she has to discipline me somehow. But yesterday, I changed my mind on how I’d react to her punishment.

Yesterday, I was extremely upset with how my day was going, so I decided to go on a drive to clear my head. I ended up in Washington before I turned around to head home. But in the middle of my drive, my mother called me and screamed for me to get home “or my truck would be gone.”

I replied, “I don’t care. Take the truck.”

I know how bratty and snobby I sounded.

But as soon as I yelled back at my mother, I realized that I actually didn’t care. She could’ve taken my keys when I got back, and I wouldn’t have blinked.

I don’t NEED my truck. It definitely is a blessing and helps me get from point A to point B, but I don’t need it. I have legs, I can walk.

Same goes for my cell phone. It allows my to communicate with everyone, but is it a necessity? Absolutely not. If I really needed to contact someone, I can always use the land-line in my house. Or, I can send an email. Or facebook. Or maybe even send a handwritten letter.

In the end, it’s not about what I have, it’s about who I have.

What I am saying is that I don’t need the physical items. I need the laughter, the happiness and the affection of the people in my life.

I’ll obviously still have my mother, my friends, my boyfriend. Physical items are just… for the lack of a better word, fillers.

So, Mother, go ahead. Take my things from me. They are nothing but things. Possessions. All I need is you.