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I sent my mom a picture of the Roll of Arms that Lachlan and I did for Pentathlon, and you know what her sole reaction was: She wanted to know if my arms were on it. Not good job, not fabulous, not any kind of praise, just wanted to know if my arms are on it. (Which is no of course cuz it's a roll of the sergeants of Lyondemere.) Now I ask you, what kind of message does that send? She's always telling me how wonderful all of my relatives are but when I show her stuff I've worked on, that I'm a little proud of, she has nothing good to say. Hrumph.
Sad..so sad
Date: 2009-05-06 05:02 am (UTC)My mom always compared me with my older brothr, say how such she wished I was like. 8-(
On th e plus side, I never resented him in any way shape or form.
But it didnt make me feel any better towards her.
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Date: 2009-05-06 11:59 pm (UTC)Maybe she just doesn't quite "get" it.
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Date: 2009-05-07 12:12 am (UTC)And thanks :)
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Date: 2009-05-07 03:27 am (UTC)Best one my dad ever pulled on me: back in the day when SAT scores were Very Important to most universities, I got 787 out of a possible 800 points on the verbal/language arts section. This is the 99 point something-th percentile. When I showed the paper to my dad, his only comment was along the lines of "How'd you miss the other 13?" He wasn't joking.
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