So, Wednesday had a bit of trouble with writing my Foreward.
Maybe it is the pressure that she has been under with school? Worrying about transitioning into High School, College worries, working hard in MMA, growing into a teenager, responsibilities at home, and just not really feeling like being told to write the equivalent of an essay?
She made a valiant attempt and it simply didn't turn out.
I hope that this isn't an omen for my site.
I am uber superstitious and was looking forward to having a piece of her on the site, for good luck. I'm actually pretty down about it. I was really looking forward to my little 'cotton haired' baby that I used to blog about, starting me back up from her own perspective as my 'growing teenager'!
I think it's a case of wishful thinking.
I always have these dreamy ideas. The warm and fuzzies. Then I find I am left wide awake. A bucket of ice water to dash away such fancies.
Since her first day in kindergarten, I have left a handwritten note of encouragement, positive affirmation, and love for every single lunch. Every birthday gets an entire card filled with love, pride, and recognition for being the absolute, most perfect thing I have ever done with my life.
I was so excited to actually read something written by her about me.
As much as I am superstitious, I am even more emotional. Unreasonably sensitive. I can't help but feel heartbroken. Lonely. I totally had this image in my mind of reading this beautiful little note and feeling happy about myself. Is that wrong?
I was hoping for a jacket and got flip flops.
You can't always get what you want.
So without further ado....Welcome to MY world!
xoxoxL~
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