Perhaps I should title this "Challenge." Whoa seems more true. This is not my challenge. These are not my regrets. I have broken many rules, and sent many regrets. I am grateful for the times I was not caught. I remember sitting in my mother's living room, me, a divorced mother of one. She named for all to hear how, as a child, I always owned up to what I did wrong. She used an example which I vividly remember was a lie, a creative lie, but a lie nonetheless. I confessed, to the entire family's surprise. I admit... I rather enjoyed the surprise. I got away with a lot growing up, at least I think I got away with a lot. This side of parenting, maybe they knew a lot of it all along.
Whoa. A new challenge.
Regrets must be sent today
For some rules broken.
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