“What do you think you are better than Watertown?”
My mother asked me this at dinner tonight, I just looked at her with such…maybe anger, frustration for sure, and said “Yes. I do.”
I don’t mean that I look down at these other people in my town, or even turn my nose down at my beautiful family sitting in front of me but shouldn’t a mother want her daughter to want more than just her surrounding elements.
I want more than a run down two family house.
I want more than a main street.
I want more than cement sidewalks.
What is so wrong with wanting more? More for myself, more for my wife, more for my children?
In that moment at dinner I felt years of resentment all streaming full blast into this two line conversation.
My mother has possibly (yes. definitely) wanted more for her life, but has always been too afraid. Too afraid of stepping out of her comfort zone because she doesn’t feel as if she is worth it. I have, (unfortunately, although recently I have thought fortunately), inherited this from her.
But I refuse to live the life she has allowed fear to dictate for her.
I choose more.
