I said I would write something everyday…and I’m trying….really I am. Last night we had a girls night, my daughter, my cousin and myself. A little wine, ok a lot of wine but that’s another topic…hot tub and face masks.
Here is what was expected: absolutely Nothing! No important conversations. No stress. Exactly what we need sometimes….probably more often than we get it. But I guess that is life right? It’s the little escapes that keep us going…squeezed in where we can slip them. And whether its a few minutes, hours, day or days; its amazing how we feel after giving ourselves permission to let go.
This is an old rant…No nothing happened today to bring it on I’m just sitting here lost in my own mind.
Okay. So. I’ve always been a person of few words. I say what I mean and leave it at that. Why does it seem that people always expect, almost insist, that there should be some underlining meaning or something more that needs said? I’m not that complicated. Really I’m not.
So yes I know that this has no relevant meaning to anything at this moment but I said I was going to write more and I didn’t have any idea what to write so…. here it is….
I know that Kiss Treatment was supposed to be about food but unfortunately I don’t have the time or money to post something about food constantly. So I’m going to change it up a bit. I will still post things about food but some posts are simply going to be ‘random thoughts’ that I have at any given time.
For example – with Mother’s Day being just yesterday – I’ve been thinking about my relationships, with my mother and my children. So that’s what I’m going to write about today.
My relationship with my mother has always been…..touchy….I think that’s probably the best word to describe it. I am the middle child and only girl. I know my mother loves me but there have been times that it wasn’t always easy to tell. The problem is that there are many ways that I know I am like my mother and ways that I am completely different. But that is a thought and discussion for another time and date I think. Although perhaps if you take some of my thoughts about my own kids and transfer them to my mom; I think you may understand my conclusions about my own mother.
Now on to my thoughts about my own kids…….
Have you ever been accused of loving or treating one child differently than another? I have many times. And if I am brutally honest with myself – it’s true. I do love my kids differently. That doesn’t mean I love one more or less than the other. They are different people with different needs and wants. There will be different expectations for each throughout their lives and I hope that I have prepared each for that. I hope that as they grow older that they are able to handle the challenges that life will throw at them with their head held high even when there are tears in their eyes.
I’m not sure how clear my thoughts truly are but I will simply close with this simple thought.
I love you mom
I love you Ty
I love you Brieanna
Each with the same fierceness yet each differently.