Conversations with Mom
I walk into the kitchen
Mom (from the couch in front of the TV): Eat some of the lettuce I brought today.
Me: Whaaaat?
Mom: I brought some lettuce today and you have to eat some with your dinner.
Me: But I already have a whole box of lettuce I have to eat!
Mom: But this is good lettuce.
Me: All lettuce is the same.
(I walk over to look at the lettuce mom is talking about)
Mom: This lettuce tastes very good. (still from the couch)
Me: This looks like normal lettuce to me.
Mom: It's very tasty because I chopped it myself.
Me: Mooooooom! (I sit down and start to eat the lettuce).
The moral: Mothers win most of the time.
Do people walk away from being with me having a sense that they are loved, worthy, and have much to offer?
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- Lady of Light
- I'm a Cancer. I have curly hair. I practice yoga. I knit. Music is my muse. Food is my friend. I dabble in aromatherapy. I am hardly ever without a good lotion or a choice essential oil. Sometimes I cry, but I laugh mostly. Everyone should sleep on nice linens. I like people with good hearts. My favorite colour is red. Curtains dress up a room nicely. I'm an Indian Princess.
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5 comments:
I hear THAT!! and if they don't win at first...they'll keep at it until they win. so...to keep sane...just let them.
Ahhh, mother/daughter moments! Let's remember them when we have our own daughters. I hear a John Mayer song coming on....
A mother is a divine gift, there's only one for each of us.
Nice blog
You are right. Mom's are gifts to us and we should try to remember that as often as possible. They know us well, and that's why they have that affect on us. Whether we acknowledge it or not. Thanks for reading!
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