Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Chicken Fingers on the Late Night Menu

Dear Libby:

After I was able to pry your fried chicken-covered fingers off my laptop at the end of the weekend, I caught sight of your email account.

No worries- I am not a creepy stalker mother, reading all of the emails that your friends sent to you (none of them looked really interesting to someone older than 16, anyways). Be warned, however: I DO snoop around your Facebook page, and some of those “friends” of yours….yikes! I don’t think that they’d use those mouths to kiss their mothers, if you know what I mean….

Anyways…

Before I logged you off to check my own scintillating emails (“Spend $25 dollars and get free shipping! Today only!”), I noticed that you had an email folder marked “Mama’s Blog.”

I was very touched.

I feel like having a blog is like working at a 24 hour diner in Hollywood- maybe, just maybe, someone important will notice you, and – voila! – you are now “discovered.”

Screw being “discovered”.

Having people- lots of people, “important” people- reading your stuff might be great. But having your daughter read your stuff, and even file it in its own little email file for safekeeping, is priceless.

So-- it’s time to get back to posting, after a long break.

I’ll keep waiting tables at the diner, but my favorite customer will be my beautiful fellow writer-daughter. I will bring you lots of chicken fingers so you can keep smearing the grease all over my keyboard when you write.

Love,

Mommy