Someone who cares calls you to ask how you’re doing.
Someone who doesn’t calls to ask how much weight you’ve lost.
Someone who cares calls to ask if they can help you.
Someone who doesn’t shows up on your doorstep unannounced to sit around and talk about themselves nonstop.
Someone who cares tells you all the joys about being a mother.
Someone who doesn’t tells you all the negative things and then calls to ask if you are experiencing all those negative things.
Sometimes I feel like screaming and it’s not because of the baby. It’s because the world would be a much better place without miserable people who want to see others suffer.
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January 28th, 2008 - 3:15 pm
Hey Tpot,
I like the new style of these blogs, I’m glad we can comment on them now
I’m a Mommy of 2, a 3 yr old and a 8 month old so I def. know what you mean. I had my first son at 18 years old and nearly all the people who called themselves my friends turned there backs on me and seemed to only care about asking me how hard it was and if I regretted it, yada yada. I even found out they all were saying I wouldn’t be able to do it.
Just keep your head up Tpot, and cling tight to the people you know care about you! You and Stevie seems to be amazing parents!
xoxo