Confessions


A client confessed a secret to me the other day.  It was a secret she had never admitted to anyone, ever, in her life.  Brace yourselves.

She had, in fact, cheated during a high school pep rally while trying to hit a pinata with a bat.  You see, she could see through the blindfold.  Instead of smashing the pinata with her secret sight, she hit one of her teachers, on purpose, in the stomach!

Talk about a gut buster!

She said she didn’t hit her hard enough to really hurt her, but enough for it to be really funny.  She never even told any of her friends from high school that she did it…probably for fear of having rumors spread and getting in trouble.  And she held that secret up inside her for maybe 15-20 years just to tell me.

I feel quite privileged to accept that information.  It must be how a taxi driver sometimes feels.

It also reminded me of my husband finally admitting to me that he cheated on a male/female smell test in high school.  They were testing to see which sex had the keener sense of smell.  My husband admitted to me that he, too, could see through the blindfold.  He completely ruined all that data!!  He really had no reason to even admit it to me…because what the hell do I care?

It’s as if these secrets and lies just work themselves out sometimes.

 

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Post mother’s day…


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There is something great about not feeling guilty when you leave all the dishes from lunch on the table and excuse yourself to go lay down and take a nap…

It’s great to sleep in…even if you’re awake for the last hour of ‘sleeping.’

There is something fantastic about having a few drinks with another mother that rarely gets solo time…

Something insanely great about handmade presents of adoration brought to you at the crack of dawn…

It’s great being a mom.

It’s great being able to let go of a little guilt and to know they will all let you sleep peacefully for a day…a day at least.

I know I’m going to treat my mom to a fancy night out…because she deserves it.  She also deserves to not be taken out on mother’s day because neither she nor I like a crowd.  Only a fool would go to brunch at noon on mother’s day.