Maggie and I were having quite the morning of disagreement. I thought about times that I argued with my mom and then felt so awful that I could remember arguing with her. Either because that means I have many more years of this, or because now I'm a mom and I know what it feels like to have my daughter act like an annoying brat! I wanted to tell her I was sorry, and she was right, and thanks for being my mom. And I couldn't.
One of the most helpless feelings in the world is needing to talk to someone who is dead. I cried and cried about it. On the bright side, Maggie changed her attitude and did the dishes (after two hours of arguing).
Fri Aug 29 2014 21:37 Sorry, Mom:
This week, for the first time in years, I cried from missing my mom so much.