On occasion, the kids will remark about something I wrote. A passing “I liked it” or in Mallie Bee’s case “Stop writing everything I say.” Point taken. They never discuss it any more than that and sheesh, kids, how ’bout you throw your mom a bone once in awhile? You know, because I gave you that little gift way back when. What was it again? Oh yeah, it was your life.
With the wedding two weeks away, The Teacher Girl and I are spending all kinds of time together. We went out for lunch the other day and I said, “Have you read my blog lately?” To which she replied, “I read it every day.” Well, nobody ever comments I said. I mean, really, a comment once in awhile ESPECIALLY FROM MY CHILDREN would be nice. What am I supposed to say, she wanted to know. Oh, I don’t know, something generic…..like OMG my mom’s a great writer.
The Teacher Girl wasn’t interested. She’s got to get to the church on time.
Today there was this……………….
Hey, Mom……………..I read it 😉
Me who gave the gift of life got a wrapped box of smartass in return.
