Once again I find myself hiding out here to respond to my mother.
I'm kind of speechless though.
All I can think to say is, she SOOOO doesn't get me.
My other blog has a title that expresses my battle against small spans of time where anxiety overcomes me. Anyone who really knows me totally gets that I sweat the details...too much. Anyone who knows me knows I am not just a little bit neurotic. Anyone who knows me knows that I don't let it stop me, but it certainly gives me pause now and then. Anyone who knows me knows that I usually take these moments and seek the comedy inside them or my reaction to them to battle them.
My Mom? She actually left a comment on my blog that said this,
"Not sure about your new look but I never understood the anxious moments title in the first place.I guess that is not what I want your life to focus on."
This comment is simultaneously touching (she cares and doesn't want me to worry) and also sad (because she so does not get me).
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Moms always like to see the good in us, they focus on the happy and the bright and the beautiful. The deets can sometimes be too murky.
I like the new look FWIW.
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