In preschool, they give us a pillow to sleep on during nap time. Our parents are asked to make pillowcases for them. My mother has mine made from a dish towel.
I admire my classmates’ pillows, but I don’t envy them. The situation seems normal to me. Decorations and softness don’t apply to me.
A dish towel is unique, and at least it’s a sturdy fabric.
Yeah, right. And lemme tell you how soft.
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| What’s she complaining about? |
So yes, if this were an isolated instance, it wouldn’t be a big deal. I agree one hundred percent. But what about the ugly haircut—super short with uneven bangs—and the huge glasses that swallowed up my small face? Were those isolated instances too? Was that the style back then? I’ll stop you right there.
If people are kind and well-meaning, the things I’ve just mentioned don’t matter. But when they aren’t, when they are sneaky, these things become clues, and refusing to see them as such is a problem.
She has nothing better to do than feel sorry for herself and criticize her mother decades later! I lost mine, and I’d give anything to see her again!
#SociallyTabooToCriticizeYourMother