Things we are afraid of
Namely: writing, sharing and committing, of course.
Everyone is scared of something. Some hide it better than others.
This week, fear moves faster than my fingers can type. Fear feels bigger than some 12 point font. Fear shoves letters aside and everything is in italics and I don’t even really know what italics are supposed to be used for if I’m being honest.
This week, fear crawls across the page and says nothing you write is worth sharing and, here we are. Words didn’t happen this week. There is no newsletter. You can stop reading right here if you want. Writing, sometimes, is impossible. Sorry, but not really. Sorry, because I’m working on not apologizing so much. Sorry, because I wonder if something was hard for you this week too. At least — in this fear of death, in this fear of life — we are not alone. Sorry, for saying things that sound deep but not actually meaning them and sorry, for being sorry again.
Writing, recently, is a way for me to be vulnerable. So though I feel like I have nothing to say right now, I’ll try to share something anyway — and, sure, I know, I say this is for you, but, maybe, really, this is for me. How selfish.
Here is what I have for us today — a list of questions my mom wishes she could ask me, courtesy of her.
What is your favorite memory of my parents? What is your favorite memory of our family? What is your favorite memory of me?
What are your top three favorite books and why?
What are three things you’re thankful for and why?
What is your favorite dessert?
What aspects of my parenting will you emulate if you have children someday? Are there any things I’ve done that you would say, “I’ll never do that to my kids if I ever have any!”?
What do you love about yourself?
Maybe you are a mother and you will relate. Maybe you are not and you wish you could. Maybe you are a daughter ready to share these things. Maybe you’re a friend of mine and you’re reading this because I asked you to. Maybe you’re a random person who stumbled upon my little corner of the internet and if so, welcome and thanks for being here and I hope you’ll stay awhile.
Question to ask your mom: