My mother tells me how beautiful I am every day. Like all mothers should do. I know that she means it, I mean I'm 50% her right? In a way, complimenting your child Is like doing it to yourself. She, like the rest of my loved ones, knows that I don't respond very well to compliments regarding my physical appearance. I mean. that's dull. Most women are beautiful, in their own way, naturally or when they make the effort. There is nothing unique about beauty in my book. My mom kind of stopped the beauty thing and started to give me more substantial advice lately.
She's a very honest person, my mother. Sometimes too honest, or maybe I just prefer truths to be wrapped in silk paper once in a while.
Over the past years I just started opening up to her, about things I would never dream about discussing with her before. I told her about the feelings I bury deep within my heart, the insecurities and all the explanations I have of why I ended up the way I did. There is no judging involved and she never gives me advice unless she's certain that it will help me in some way or another. I guess i learned how to let people help me and not always the other way around (except F)
We had a great day together on the porch a couple of weeks ago. After listening to my endless blaaaaa-blaaaaah for hours he said; -Hun, you need to find a man who challenges you, intellectually and at the same time, he must stand you and you must stand him. And someone who can deal with all that passion you must express in order to be able to breathe. I think, she said and paused a little. I think that it will be very hard for you to find.
Thanks for the pep talk mom hehe.
