Truth, consequences

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Not to get all metaphysical but what if

We told the truth

Not, as Emily Dickinson wrote, the truth slant

But the truth

Is there such a thing?

Or is it all perspective

And if truth is relative, are consequences real?

So was my Mother's Day

Really crumby

Or did it just feel that way?

After all, the sky didn't fall, the creek didn't flood, fire didn't break out.

So how bad could it have been?

My child (and I do have a child) can walk and talk and laugh and run.

He was not able to worship me, as I had joked.

Nor was he able to put me first, which is what I really wanted. A day that was about me, instead of my child; when my wishes were indulged and my needs were met. News flash: a kid can't meet my needs. Not a kid with autism or any other kid. It's not fair for me to expect him to. So of course I was disappointed.

On the bright side (why must I always find a bright side?), my son has learned the concept of "pity party," which I held briefly yesterday.
Onward, upward. Summer (and camp) is coming.