According to ‘some’, it is unfortunate that my children are so much like me. Most disagree though and so the ‘some’ don’t win. Personally, I’m rather relieved that they’re so much like me. Although admittedly there are moments when they terrify me – said tongue in cheek 😉
Like the other night when my daughter sent me this, with the caption, “I’d sleep with one eye open, Mom” :
If it had come from my 20-year-old son I don’t think it would have bothered me quite so much – which is kind of weird, I know. But my daughter is 13…and she’s a girl…for goodness sake! I placed a bookmark into the spot in a really interesting part of a psychological thriller I was reading, and marched myself to the dining area where I could hear her tapping away on the keyboard.
Darkness absorbed the passage way, making it seem endless. They had forgotten to leave the light on for me. Terror gripped my small body, and I shakily made a run for it around the corner to my parents bedroom, tearful and fearful.
That was me as a child.
Now I seem more inclined to pretend I am lead singer for Simon and Garfunkel as I belt out loudly, “Hello darkness my old friend”.
My blog post title seems to suggest that this post is about the Darwin theory, and something along the lines of natural selection. It’s not.
I’d like to think that I am not technologically challenged – and I’m quite proud of the few things that I have managed to figure out for myself. For everything else? I have kids 😉
The threat of technology and even the so-called simple process of doing certain things has been a hindrance to me. But I finally swallowed the pill of fearless internet, and embarked on a new journey. There’s no stopping me now 😉
I have seven books currently on my computer – all written by me, in a variety of genres. I have finally published my very first one.
How do you perceive perfection? Because it’s different for everyone.
And we all have that voice inside that tells us we aren’t perfect enough. BUT…
Browsing through Facebook last night, I came upon this picture. It had been shared quite a few time and there were so many ‘love’ responses….
As I read comment after comment, the gist of it seemed to be that people were in a place of hurt or anger, and they wanted to go back to a time when life was easier and simpler.
I USED to relate. I can’t anymore.
My friend was closely inspecting me with a strange stare and I became uncomfortable – naturally.
No one likes being stared at.
The words that followed made me smile,
“My word, you have so many scars on your face. They’re small and not really noticeable, but when I really look I can see them.”
My scars are as a result of being a passenger in a motor vehicle accident when I was eighteen – glass shattered in my face and in some places embedded itself inside the skin. My scars should be worse. I was blessed. They’re barely noticeable.
I smiled because….
Today is an unhealthy day for me.
And I was sitting at the doctors surgery, eagerly awaiting my appointment, when I received a notification for a new blog post on one of the sites I like to regularly visit.
(It’s an excellent post and you should go and read it)
The question in the blog post loomed at me, because at the moment the only thing keeping me from writing right now is my health. And time.
Because ill health means there is even less time than usual.