So I think that I have been doing way too much thinking on "the line" subject lately, but I think I have it finally figured out. I don't want the line to be gone with my kids. Without the line I would miss out on so much. I couldn't be the world's best soccer mom, look at them and call them cute, or actually feel the odd sense of pride when I see them excell and show their talents. Goodness... I can't quite explain it the way I want to. But you know what? I guess that's just between me and them. I don't think I would change a thing. :o) Well, I do want to get to know them all better on a personal level.
Tonight Rocket and I went to Maven's jazz set. Tear, tear... she's so talented. Really, she is. Then we went and got some ice cream and just talked. Very nice. *HUGS* Love you all.
Posted by tricia at January 12, 2004 11:41 PMAww, thank you ::blushes::...last night was awesome. I was so happy that you guys were able to come. It was great. Another big thank you! =)
Posted by: Mave at January 13, 2004 06:11 PMAnytime, any place... well to an extent... I can't follow you to Ohio or anything, scary thing is I really think Rocket was thinking about it! And thank you! :o) You're great!
Posted by: tricia at January 13, 2004 09:18 PMYou know -- you just can't help smiling when someone loves their kids the way that you do --
Yeah, it's a hard sentiment to explain to other people -- the usual blank stares and subject change is not uncommon -- but it's definitely one of my eternal highs. Whenever I'm irritated at the world or stressed over my projects, it's really comforting to know that I can always sign online and at least one of them will be there, always willing to tell me about their day and stuff . . .
Unfortunately "soccer mom" doesn't translate into being a male in other regards . . . like when you hafta assume a more fatherly role when you're with your gals at a Justin concert, spending the drive up to the venue lightly criticizing their choice of revealing ensembles, and the rest of the concert making sure that all the older guys keep all their appendages to themselves . . .
I'm feeling so old right now . . .