My mother is a wonderful person. Really, truly, wonderful.
But... We're kind of different from each other.
She wants to be the life of the party. I don't even want to go to the party.
She likes to share what she's doing with everyone. I just want to do what I do and go home.
She out there, in the mix, for everyone to see. I'm most likely someplace quiet where no one can find me.
And I sometimes get the feeling that she wishes I was.... different. More.... something.
I'm not different, though. I'm just me. Which is fine with her, I know. But still.
So here, Mom, this one's for you....
see more at Beth's.