The problem with whining around hubby and the boys, that they never read my blog, is that when I want to write about one of the boys, I have to be careful. Neither has enough life experience to have perspective when I write about them. And I love them and I don’t want to hurt their feelings.
One son is going through a tough learning experience. He wanted to try something, we all knew it would be a stretch, but we thought it was reachable. It turned out to be just out of his reach.
I’m feeling rather depressed about it. Not that he tried and didn’t make it. He’s a tough kid and this is a learning experience. But …well that:
· I can’t protect him – he is the one that has to go through this. All I can do is give support.
· He’s growing up. I don’t think he’s too upset by the experience, but what if he is hiding his real feelings from me. He’s growing up and needing me less—that does seem to be a constant theme with me
Maybe I should grow up. He is dealing with it
Plain Jane has a list of comments she would put on various blogs if she were in the mood to get the grief. Plain Jane is only one of 6 people to whom I have given the keys to my kingdom (the link to the blog) and the other five are my 3 guys and two good friends (Good Looking and Sweetie). I gave her the link because I was writing about her mothering skills and cause she is my favorite. But after I gave her the link I got a bad case of cold feet and realized I’m not ready for prime time. So I don’t link to anyone and I have a new blog reveal policy of don’t ask don’t tell. And all of that is background to the fact that she I can’t decide what my worst fear is (Jane list fear that is). Either she doesn’t ever read me, or I am number 34.
No, what would be worse is if she said something nice and then I might turn into a years ago Sally Fields and chirp all over these pages “She likes me, she likes me”.
I think I’ll go do real work.
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