My mom is such a sweetheart, even if I think her head is in the clouds way too much of the time for her own good. Did I ever mention that she tried to have me killed twice as a kid? Now, if I still think she's a good mom, despite that fact, tell me she isn't worrying too much.
Mom: You know I love you, right?
Me: Um, yeah... why?
Mom: Well, are you trying to give me a heart attack?
Me:Um.... no? At least, not on purpose... I guess...
Mom: Well, I read your blog...
Mom: Was I a good mother?
Mom: (through the tears) Because, I just feel bad that you felt you couldn't talk to us or something...
Me:Mom, every kid goes through things they don't want to talk to their parents about.
Mom: Well, I guess...
She actually goes through the links I have to the right over there, and she was reading my comments on Dar's blog about how, when I was little, I came home from school one day and told her I wanted to marry Ryan. She doesn't remember this apparently, and feels that she was a bad mother for
- Not remembering this and
- Thinking that she must have somehow failed as a mother because she told me that that's not how things work with people
Mom, you have a great heart and are a simply wonderful person, as well as a great friend with whom I disagree with a lot of things on. You are not responsible for me being who I am. You helped shape me, gave me my great sense of humor, my mind that wanders from subject to subject without clear and linear connections, and bad bones! :D
I love you, Mom, and hope that you don't continue to feel like a failure. You did the best you knew how to do, especially considering your mother! I would be a failure of a son if I didn't tell you that!
Here's hoping this post doesn't make your heart stop! :D
Remind me at some point in the future to share about my near-death experiences... They are great stories!