I love my mom (we shall call her Mamma Bird), and I should probably tell her so more often. Last night Mamma Bird and I went to a new resturaunt. We won't be going back. The food was so-so, but the service was not good. Having worked in resturaunts, I know from good service. I, in my infinite wisdom did not eat at all yesterday until we went out.... at 7pm. And Mamma Bird, with her infinite patience did not kill me when I griped and bitched and moaned. After we had eaten life was much more pleasant.
Mamma Bird told me something that I hadn't known, something that was incredibly validating. She likes me. She enjoys spending time with me. She considers me a friend. This may sound odd, or trite, but really it's not. She's my mom, she's supposed to love me, but is by no means required to LIKE me. Not all parents like the people their offspring have become. Not all offspring like their parents. So I think it quite wonderful that Mamma Bird and I like each other.
Today Mamma Bird and I are going to a concert in the park (classical) and picnic while there. We will have caprese, bread and wine. I will try to remember the bottled water. And I will eat something at some point this afternoon before I go crazy again. I would hate for Mamma Bird to have to kill someone she likes.
---Little Bird loves her mamma!
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Thanks. Sweet.
Love, Mama Bird
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