Posts here here and here got me thinking about children's capacity for inspiring within us tender emotions. My own sweet thing is headed off to college in the fall, and it dawned on me that she would be living on her own.
Our conversation:
"Guess you'll have to learn to cook."
"Yeah! Quick things, healthy things, and not too expensive, either."
"Well, I've got lots of recipes on my blog, and I can post things for you."
"I'm not going to read your blog!" intoned with the scorn only a teenager can produce.
1 week ago
The little viper will probably secretly read your blog once she's away from home and then she won't be able to ask you questions about the recipes. That'll teach her.
ReplyDeleteBut, hey, she wants to eat healthy? That almost makes up for the venom.
Oh, I know that bitter blow to the ego. Only one person I knew pre-blog has ever admitted to reading mine. Good thing we can take a punch. (And the others lie of course.)
ReplyDeleteI'm convinced that I can produce not only one like that, but two!
ReplyDeleteAnd to think I just begged and cajoled my mother to join Facebook so she could read my page!
ReplyDeleteThanks, y'all, for putting this in perspective. Particularly, you, Bean!
ReplyDeleteI hate to break it to you, but I"m bean. I was signed into my daughter
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Hahahahahaha, Margaret!
ReplyDeleteOh, oh, oh... My mother and I finally read each others' writing, but not until I was in my thirties, and even then it was rocky.
M: Darn! Sweet dreams of spreading my market base faded--P: Glad you liked her joke!
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