Who, me? No, You. Wait huh?
Have you ever had someone be a dream killer in your life? Have you ever poo pooed someone else's dream? I have only one son but I would hope when he grows up that I wouldn't be a dream killer in his life. But apparently I already am. See my mother told me that "just because my Dad may be encouraging my husband to follow his dreams that we are killing (or did she say destroying) his." Nice huh.
Let's just say I held my tongue but inside I was seething. The man has lived well into his 60's. He had a chance to follow his dreams. It's my turn. And come on. We're a 3 hour plane ride away it's not like anyone is sick, dying or moving out of the country. Talk about dramatic, Mother.
But still... it makes me not want to spend time with her before we go because if she keeps throwing out these heart darts do I really want to sit around and listen to that? No. I want to be excited. I want to tell them about how I found a lacrosse team for Will and spent 20 minutes talking on the phone to his future cub scout leader and how I found the best indoor hockey rink for him to learn how to play ice hockey. But dream killers suck the life out of you. Dream Killers are just that. Killers. So I don't share. And they miss out. I am hoping I don't have to call my Mother out if she continues to play the martyr. Time will tell because before she had said she wanted to fly out for our son's first day of first grade. If I ask her if she's going to come and she says no I will know where we stand. And I will have to fight. I'm having deja vu over my husband's Mother and that ain't good folks. Not good at all.
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