Tell It Like It Is

I think you should consider yourself lucky if you have people in your life who will give you the honest truth. Even if that truth is hard to hear or ugly or that you've got lettuce between your teeth, a fly undone and breath that could straighten hair and stop traffic.

YOU WANT TO KNOW.

According to my mom, I have a neck like an ostrich and an ass as flat as a surfboard.

So clearly, I'm no stranger to hard truth.

Even though my mom has not commented on my hair since 2001, she frequently praises my and Husband's parenting.

And that people, is how I know I'm not totally messing up. Because this woman does not sugar coat, avoid, soften or ignore anything.

Husband and I talked at length about how we would raise LB.

Is our method different from others? Certainly.

Do we think our way is the only way? Absolutely not.

Do I ever wonder why Husband is asking me how we should do something when I have no clue myself? You bet.

Are there nights we can't get the margarita bottle open fast enough? For. Sure.

So when my mom tells me what a great job we are doing and how wonderful and easy LB is to care for, I know she means it.

I also know that when she tells me the lady at Walmart gave her too much change, she marched right back in there and gave the largest retailer in the nation their $2.35.

...Because my mother does not want $2.35 to keep her from getting into heaven.