Cool

I’ve been reading a few mommy-blogs on the net lately and came across one that really touched me. It was so simple, but it totally describes who I want to be. And you know what? It’s kind of lame. It was talking about how their mom had the perfect “mom’s house.” Always fully stocked with your favorite foods, always willing to cook them for you at the drop of a hat, always a shoulder to cry on, will help when needed or just listen if that’s what you want. Want to bitch, complain, cry, shop, chill, whatever. She’s who you call. Have an emergency, she’s right there. Fifteen years have passed without speaking, but when the crap starts flying, you know she’s just the one you need. I want to be her. I want to be the cool mom. The cool wife. The cool friend. The cool aunt. The cool sister. The one. That kind of sounds like I want it to always be about me, but that’s not it. It’s actually all about you. Making other people happy is what I want. And, in turn, that makes me happy. More than you will ever, ever know.