making mom worry

My mom was the main reason that I started my blog. She was the "friend" who strong-armed me into it. She is also one of the people who reads it every day. And sometimes she notices a theme or gets a little bit concerned by the overall tone of my posts.
Take last week for example. It contained a failed diet, an admittance that I can't handle it when Caia is grumpy, a desire for doors with strong locks to hide behind, a call to poison control, and the realization that I'm a self-centered person, again. So I wasn't surprised when my mom called me on Friday afternoon and asked me how I was doing. I assured her that I was doing fine; a little frazzled at times but overall doing well.
It is nice to know that she is concerned for me. It is also nice to have a reminder that I can tend to focus on the negative and forget about the positive. Last week was rough, there's no doubt about it. But there were still good moments. It is so easy to overlook the small moments of laughter and love. They can get lost in the midst of temper tantrums and arguments. The crying and screaming can be so loud and overwhelming and long-lasting, while the "I love you's" are often whispered and the kisses are given in haste as they run off to do something else. And I think that I can sometimes focus too much energy on trying to move past the rough spots when instead I should be focusing on finding and holding onto the beautiful moments in the day.