I was prepared to take a brief hiatus from MCMM after the events that led to last week's post.
After all, it's a little difficult to write about being a Mid-Century Modern Mom raising a teen if the subject of the teen becomes off-limits.
But obviously, I'm back, though not really with a vengeance.
The funny thing is that, before Roo revealed that she knew about my blog, my original plan for last week's post was to talk about boundaries.
The boundaries of what to tell and what to keep to myself as my daughter moves through adolescence.
After all, I reasoned, her privacy is important too.
And while this blog and my own are MY space to tell stories and vent, there was a question of how much of HER story I could still tell without stepping over the line.
So, with what I have now learned, I continue to struggle with my limitations.
She has aggravated me greatly this past week.
She has made me laugh out loud this past week.
She has made me very very proud this past week.
And I yearn to share all of these things with my blog friends.
Yet I haven't.
For while she has returned to her usual grumpy-dramatic-hilarious self, I am forever changed by the knowledge that my daughter has opened my diary and read what is in my heart.
So I search her eyes for signs.
I obsess over the tone of her words.
And I fear that I overcompensate in an attempt to keep her happy.
I actually hope that she read my post from last week. I hope she read the comments on the version that appeared on my blog.
Because there she would see that she is loved -- not just by me but by the people who have come to know her through my words.
If you're in here, Roo, I love you.