I’ve set up this category to tell stories about my mom.
Every once in a while, someone that I’ve “known” on the internet for years just strikes me as very sweet and sincere. Someone who would never deliberately say anything to hurt anyone else and if by chance someone is hurt, she feels extremely bad. I’ve often wished I could be more like these people, who are very thoughtful and kind to all of those around them, just very considerate.
They take the time to listen, never in a hurry and always are supportive. If they can’t say anything nice, they don’t say anything. And they don’t remind you of that.
And I wonder why sometimes I can be such a miserable bitch. I guess I can look back to my childhood and how I was raised for a fair idea of why I am who I am. My mother. My parents did the best they could with the knowledge they had and I don’t think I turned out too badly. I obey the laws, I vote, I don’t shoot dogs and I don’t run over little children.
So, I dedicate this section to the woman who made me what I am today. My mother.