My Mom Probably Does Yours Too

So the other day was dull—nothing big--just woke up and had coffee, washed my face, and checked my e-mail. I was kind of surprised to find this e-mail from my mother…

“Got up early this morning, couldn't sleep, and I read a little bit of your blog. I know that you wrote that it isn't anything that needs to be commented on. I guess it's like a diary on line. I read some others as well. I personally can't put my thoughts out there for the world to see. You’re very brave. It does however give perspective to the man you have become and I am glad you sound like you are finally happy.”

My first response was to reread my blog—had I written about sex or drugs or bad shopping tends? Did I have anything there that she shouldn’t read? After a quick scan—nothing too bad, too prominent that could be too embarrassing—I thought about what my mom would take away from my words, my memories, mylife here on the page.

I guess I am happy—things have been good, light-hearted, easy. I haven’t done anything drastic or odd or too off the beaten path. And I realized that it was okay for my mom to know where I am at. So often I hold back with my parents,just a little more than they need to know, just a little mystery.

I know that we all believe that our parents will not get it ,be upset, judge us. I guess I’d rather believe that if they can see—in our words, thoughts and ideas—that we are happy and that is enough. I hope.