Rant & Rave, it came to me in a flash, I spend so much of my life doing it!
I just love the idea of "woman on the edge", it has so many meanings, both good and bad. I will confess that I have often felt like I am "on the edge" of insanity—hey, who hasn't been?!
But on the other hand, you can also be "on the edge" of a brilliant idea, "on the edge" of a terrific new opportunity or "on the edge" of an exciting new chapter in your life.
I started this blog as a way to communicate thoughts, share ideas, and make observations. My hope is that my smart, creative and always funny friends will join me on this e-adventure. Be free to share without judgement the good, the bad and if needed the ugly!
So go ahead and rant...or rave.
xo
sheryl
4 comments:
What a brilliant idea; a place to rant and rave without judgment! Everyone needs that as a stress release. All I can say today is I'm glad it's Friday. I need to rejuvenate from this past week. I'm emotionally drained, but at the same time glad to have had some of the encounters I've had this week. I'm looking forward to playing on my new computer.
I remember when my friend told me there was no such thing as Santa Claus. We were both seven. We were in the half-bath upstairs at my house, with the door closed, as though we were giving away military secrets in a clandestine meeting. I remember feeling slightly disappointed. I must have known deep down all along that it was all-fictitious.
My mother, on the other hand was glaringly disappointed in my friend for telling me. I don't know what mom was thinking. Perhaps that I couldn't handle the truth.
When I joined the Navy at seventeen, my mother again thought I couldn't handle the truth. The recruiters discovered what my medical history revealed, that I'd been born with a schwannoma on my left leg. It has been removed when I was four days old, and never grew back. As is typical, after five years of doctor’s revisits, I was declared cured of cancer.
However, the Navy said that I needed to sign a waver in order to join. That meant mom would have to tell me the truth that, instead of the story about the cyst that had been removed, she'd have to say that I had been born with a cancerous tumor. She said she and my father fought about telling me the night before. She didn't think I could handle it.
My reaction was almost a non-reaction. I said "Oh." That's it, just "Oh." Nothing more. She was so relieved. I remain to this day annoyed that she thought that as I was joining the United States Navy, I was so frail I couldn’t handle the news.
Ha, ha! We've all done that and probably more than once. Of course she knows ... hey, did I mention that I had a very big tooth removed yesterday? and a fiver is not going to cut it!
Why is it always the mom who has to pull herself out of bed pre- dawn and crawl into the child's room ...'um uh... I think I lost my ring and I'm just looking for it honey - just go back to sleep!' Only to wake a few hours later to ...'mom, she left me a note and $5 but she forgot the tooth.' Why is this not a task for dad?
Holy cow Chris, I never knew that about you. You are such a strong person., that of course I always knew.
I think your Mom was trying to protect you as best she knew how--to her you will always be her child. It is sometimes infuriating as an adult, believe me I know this from experience.
But I also understand the need to protect your children no matter what their age. I wonder if really she thought that you couldn't handle that information or maybe she couldn't , br reliving it or dealing with your reaction to why she never told you and so many years had gone by.
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