My mother and I attended a metaphysics church. A tenet of metaphysics is that we choose our parents
as we enter our new life. I was always fuzzy on this tenet. I feel I was not the offspring my mother bargained for... I, appear, to be the only person among generations to be learning disabled... have a space between my teeth and have an intense relationship with food...
I admired and envied my mother... I do not know what she thought of me.
I, do know, we had both exceptional moments and vicious moments.
I also know we did not know better routes of communication when we most needed
them
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