There's No Road Coming Back This Way...

THIS is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,— The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty. Her message is committed To hands I cannot see; For love of her, sweet countrymen, Judge tenderly of me! Emily Dickinson

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Just a 30 something,divorced, disillusioned woman trying to find humanity in the big city.

Wednesday, June 07, 2006

Always my parents daughter

Actually the first child for that matter. I love my parents and get along with them fabulously just where they are. I can talk on the phone, get caught up, and go do my thing. It isn't a conversation with my mom until I hear " Now I'm gonna be a mom for just a minute." After last nights conversation I have come to the realization that she knows me better than I thought. Here I thought I was hiding things pretty good, nope. I told them about BR last night and got the parental lecture I always do, but this one had a kick to it. My mother informed of how I always see the good in people first. How I'm so very romantic in my views of the world and what I look for. She said it makes me giving, caring, and naive. She also informed me that the world doesn't work that way. Nothing I didn't already know. I just didn't think she had paid that much attention. She also mentioned how I enjoy going out. She said I know you like your parties. That was more lecturing on my diabeties. The talk kinda threw me for a loop. I don't know why, but I just never realized how well she paid attention to our talks. I love my mom, now I know that I really have to watch what I say.

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