I'm gonna tell you a crazy story, but a true one. When I was in 7th grade I used to be so mad at my mom for so many unknown reasons. It was mostly displaced because I was going through a lot on top of becoming a teenager. So when I had conferences and meetings and any kinds of parent related events, I always said my mom was too busy, had to work and then just never told her. I don't know how I got away with that. It seems, looking back, that they weren't too concerned with getting in touch with my mom. I wasn't a bad kid, just troubled and incredibly sad.
And what I was too was really embarrassed by my moms weight because I always knew they would say that's the reason why I was a fat kid. I didn't want them to know that my mom was too. And I dreaded the day I would be a parent and my kid would feel the same.
I have to say that my oldest is so not like me. And again I remind you my anger was so displaced. And I am sorry it was. I am thankful my daughter has not had to go through the same things I did. And I am thankful for her really sweet spirit.
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