Growing
I had a conversation with my mom this morning and she sounded kind of hurt that I didn't tell her I was going to dinner with my sister. She had been texting with my sister and she told our mother about it. I didn't think it was a secret, I just hadn't said anything about it. Sooo,
While I was talking to my mom, I admitted that I really liked having "Sister Time" with my younger sister. I was sorry that we didn't get along very well when growing up. I have my theories about this, and I tried co convey to my mom. One of them is that my sister and I were forced to share a room our entire school years. I also told my mom that I resented this, but now I was trying to make it better. I want to do all kinds of nice adventures with my sister. I want to confide in her, share our joy, laugh like cackling chickens, cook, bake and travel together.
My mother agreed and I could hear the happiness in her voice, she laughed a little and I knew it brought her comfort to know her oldest girl was still growing.
Thanks to my mother for always understanding and helping me become a better person, even though I may not realize it at the time.
While I was talking to my mom, I admitted that I really liked having "Sister Time" with my younger sister. I was sorry that we didn't get along very well when growing up. I have my theories about this, and I tried co convey to my mom. One of them is that my sister and I were forced to share a room our entire school years. I also told my mom that I resented this, but now I was trying to make it better. I want to do all kinds of nice adventures with my sister. I want to confide in her, share our joy, laugh like cackling chickens, cook, bake and travel together.
My mother agreed and I could hear the happiness in her voice, she laughed a little and I knew it brought her comfort to know her oldest girl was still growing.
Thanks to my mother for always understanding and helping me become a better person, even though I may not realize it at the time.