The primary point of the post was for me to nail a public notice to a tree declaring who I am and for what I would like to stand along with a free-standing invitation to unsubscribe, unfollow, unfriend if you are so inclined. I do get tired of mincing words or obsessively proofreading comments, emails and posts in the vain effort to not offend folks. Because I always manage to offend. Always.
My friend Jackie and I were talking about this last Friday. And one of the things that I love about Jackie is that she and I can have a discussion, disagree heartily, then continue on with our friendship. No drama, no hurt feelings. Just two intelligent, educated women having a conversation without an end goal of persuasion or victory.
Jackie pointed me to a recent post on The Velveteen Mind and as Megan puts it so eloquently and aptly:
I know I’m a good mom and I make informed decisions. They may not be your decisions, but fortunately for you, I’m not your mom.I took the quote out of context because I did not feel it needed a context. Babycakes, those words can stand on their own. And I believe what particularly struck me about Megan's quote was the "informed" part. I try very hard to inform myself on a daily basis. This includes, books, magazines, the Internet and a bit of radio. Sometimes TV, but I primarily use the TV for entertainment. And my friends. I love coaxing opinions out of folks (currently, I am pressing people for their thoughts on allowances - how to dispense and how much.) I have said it here before, I do not know a single "bad" mom. Not a one. Oh sure, I read about them in the news but in my personal life I am quite fortunate to be surrounded by positive role models.
Listen up, folks. We could all cobble together our own little Momifestos like I did in that last post. A Momifesto based upon each of our unique perspectives, experiences and desires for our children. But in the end, we can all carry Megan's words as our personal Momtras. Because those are words to live by.
Anyway, I think I have explored enough the soft, round lump that is my belly and will be returning to pithy posting shortly. Bear with me and thank you for your patience as I expose the frozen underbelly of my icy heart while I work through these weird "living the best life" thoughts rambling aimlessly in my brain. Since my FIL's death, I have had to think long and hard about what I would like my children to be thinking on my own grave.