Spending time together

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marriage, postaday2013, relationships, writing

My hubby and I are spending all this week together; partly in Boston and in New York. His projects take him here and there and I follow. The babies, all three of them are at home, taking care of each other and making use of the pool because the entire northeast is under a heat wave advisory. This week we are seeing temperatures in the mid nineties and high humidity. We’ll be home Thursday afternoon, I can’t wait because I miss the babies and my house. I love being with my hubby, but it is difficult living out of a bag and knowing that there are things to be done at home, things to do for the pool and things to do in the garden.

It is fun however playing hooky away from home. My day is very quiet while my hubby is at work and I am alone reading, writing and walking where ever I find myself. I love walking in Boston and in New York, there is always something to see.

I don’t know why I took these pictures, I just pointed my cell phone and clicked. There were plants, nice architecture and blue sky involved; all good things.

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Who is the one person you hope isn’t reading your blog? Why?

I am quite happy that my mother doesn't read my blog. I think that there may have been posts about certain moments in my childhood that may be hurtful for her to read. My mother and I had a fairly rocky relationship especially during my teenage years, we were on opposite sides of the parent/child relationship in a very acrimonious way. It went beyond the tug of war between experience and independence. I had needs that I felt were neglected, my mother had her own demands in mind. We were rarely on the same page. I am quite happy that my mother doesn't see that those days were especially hurtful to me. It is in the past and she has mellowed a lot over time.

Honestly all that turmoil resolved itself with time and maturity on my part. My college years were much more peaceful and after becoming a mother in my own right, my eyes were opened with the sheer magnitude of the responsibility, the love and protectiveness that magically appears the moment that you feel your baby move inside you. It is overwhelming. I also think that the fact that my mother and I became mothers at the same age 24, gave me additional insight as to the pressure to do what's best for your child and not always knowing exactly what it is and feeling scared by the not knowing. Fear can makes some people act angry and I think that is what it did to my mother.

My mother and I have a relationship based on conversations face to face, it is much better than having her read my posts and then doing her mothering thing, my blog is my safe harbor and I love sharing it with my readers, just not with my mother.