The amazing thing about my mother, and maybe yours too, is that she knows everything about me, often before I do. Time and time again I think I am keeping my life from her, that I am in my own world that she just doesn't understand. Time and time again she proves me wrong stating with great clarity what is really going on with me. I know that there is nothing I could ever hide from her, because for a while, she will play along, and wait it out until I offer clues and eventually I tell her.

Today in the car, we had a great conversation about my love life. Which at the moment doesn't exist, other that .w. and I am quite content with this. She asked me if I was dating someone, a specific someone, I laughed. I don't know why. I love my mother though, and she always amazes me.