This week we were in the car between errands, when Adam and I engaged in the following conversation:
Adam: Mom, you know how I read your blog every now and then?
Me: Yes.
Adam: You're a really funny blogger.
Me: Thanks, Adam! [My chest began to inflate a little.]
Adam: [Thoughtful pause.] Well...what I was wondering is, why aren't you like that all the time?
Me: Pardon?
Adam: I mean, you're really happy and stuff, but why aren't you funny all the time with us? You're just kind of a regular mom with us.
Excuse me just a minute while I PULL THAT GIANT DAGGER OUT OF MY CHEST.
I thought about explaining to him about how, as a blogger, I have the benefit of hours--sometimes days--to process the life events I write about until they're actually, you know, funny.
But then I thought that maybe, just maybe, there is wisdom in the words of a ten-year-old boy, and that maybe, just maybe, this "regular mom" needs to lighten up a bit.
Ouch.
