I’ve had something that’s just really been on my mind. I feel like I’ve been trying to impress you guys, and I haven’t been acting like my true self.
It’s just that I really want you guys to like me. But it’s just gotten too hard. I know this is going to be a sifting process here, a time where I will find out who my true friends are.
So here it is. I’m a nerd.
My son had realized this and has already taken advantage of this information. He baits me all the time, and I always fall for it. “Mom, I’m having a hard time understanding Fahrenheit 451. Could you read it and talk about it with me?” I jump. I read aloud with him. I expound. I am so into it.
Maybe he even asks me a great question, and I’m all over it.
And then he’s like, “OK, so can you repeat what you just said?” He’s taking notes. And while for a minute I hope that he’s taking notes because he wants to remember my words for the rest of his life, I also remember he has a homework assignment due tomorrow.
He is on concentrating on everything I say, not because he wants to understand but because he wants to make sure he puts it down in the right order. So I say, “You know, you are a smart kid. I think you’ve got this.”
And then I’m sad.