It’s So My Mom.

So my mom is upset about the Ice Queen post too, my dad informed me.

Not that I should feel embarrassed that she see the site. I thought that if she did, she’d see the post “I Really Do Love My Mommy,” where I spell out the universal, innate fear of morphing into the woman who raised you. But I thought I expressed my unending love and admiration for her selflessness in that post, first and foremost.

Maybe it’s the fear of getting older, more responsibility, or the inevitable hard knocks along the way. Bottom line is, many women are scared of becoming their moms.

Mine probably didn’t scroll far down enough to see that post. She saw the site on the off-chance that my dad was on (who knew he read it?), saw the “Ice Queen” entry, and apparently got upset. Hurt, probably. ☹

This is troubling for many obvious reasons. But I can’t help but think how much of a dampener it’s gonna put on our holiday shopping bonding sessions next week when I arrive in San Antonio (my hometown).

For I can’t really talk to her about the site concept without her dismissing it as just another shot at her for being a “bad mother.” Even though that’s not at all what this is about.

I’ve never been able to speak to my mom as woman. As a daughter, yes. A shopping partner, definitely. But as an equal? As an adult who has experienced a few things of her own? No.

I’m sure we’ll still go shopping. I just have to go through the painful process of trying to broach this subject with her, and making lightening strike by getting a computer in front of her again, at least long enough to show her the nice posts.