This blog is really a conversation with all of my friends, but most important, it is a recorded diary of some sort for my daughter, so she can understand the hows and whys of who I am.
We very seldom have deep conversations with our children. We mostly talk about problems, about issues they or we are facing, and talk very briefly about things in general. Very seldom do we talk about the meaning of things to us and how we see things and the whys behind our reasonings and actions.
There are so many things I am still learning from my mother. She is 85 and the more we talk, the more I understand how I am. Because I can understand the provenance of my behavior and customs. Also, why I do things the way I do them and why I respond to certain things the way I do.
In a way, I want my daughter and me to know each other as individuals, besides being the mother and daughter in our petite family. I think we do appreciate each other more and also are more inclined to respect each other’s opinions. That does not mean it makes things perfect, for me, it makes them understandable.
It is always good to have conversations about something else, other than our problems and needs. We are so unique and it is worth it to find the miraculous world on which our children sojourn. Also, the other way around.
So this blog is kind of a legacy. I hope.
It was today…21 September, 2011…a day of conversations…with my friends and my dear daughter. Hope she reads today.
Your Happy Contessa
“The story’s about you.” Horace, Roman lyric poet, during Augustus. 8 December, 65 BC – 27 November, 8 BC.
8 thoughts on “What this blog is really all about…my footprints during my journey…”
Your blog is working to serve it’s purpose mama. I think you are still building that legacy and have a long time left here on earth to do so, but I am thankful that I have gotten to know you more as a person through your daily writings. Blessings all around!
I am glad it is serving its main purpose…thank you for being in my life. Love you.
That’s a weooht-lught-lut answer to a challenging question
Gosh, am I chopped liver?
What do you mean? Hope surgery did not mess up your thinking process. 🙂
“””””Gosh, am I chopped liver?””””
That is an old Jewish expression meaning, What I don’;t count?
I get it now! Of course, you are a dear friend. This bud’s for you! Hope you continue to do better.
Lindsay! You keep me laughing…! lolol