Having posted two blogs about my dear daughter written ten years ago on my brand new website, I realized I had better clear them through her. I dreaded having her see what I wrote. This is a girl (woman) who really, really cherishes (make that guards) her privacy. I was all set for her to say: "You can't put that stuff on the web. That's my life! Blog about someone else." The fact that she's my only child and that I had written a book, set up a website, created writing workshops all for and about Moms would definitely put a damper on my efforts. I was all set to create a fictional child just so that I would have something to blog about. So late last night I called her and told her to look at the website with particular attention to the blogs. This is the email I got back from her: "Those are fine...no worries. Nice website by the way.love you. talk to you tomorrow. Charlotte."
This is the girl who wouldn't let me read her high school yearbook. I could look at the pictures, but I had to close my eyes when it came to her friend's inscriptions. I love this girl.
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Linda, thanks for writing about being a mom and how hard it is to not only let go, but avoid being a stalker! I miss chatting with you. Beth Seibel-Hunt
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