My momma can sit on a fence better than any person I know. My sister and I would get into arguments and there was momma — sitting on that fence — not taking sides. She’d listen to each of us. She’d understand my side of it. She’d understand my sister’s side of it. She’d even try to explain our side to the other, but she never got off that fence and got into the middle of it all. That is talent ladies and gentlemen! Pure and simple, raw unmitigated talent!
Me? I missed out on that talent altogether. I’m writing this now with tears in my eyes because once again, I’ve stuck my opinion in where I shouldn’t have. I’ve voiced my worries and concerns and upset someone dear to me. Someone who is trying their best and doesn’t need me to add to their burden. I’ll stew over this stuff and then I just let it all out on them. I’m upset that I said anything. I’m upset because I could very well be right about what I said, but I still should not have said a thing. How did my momma ever learn to stay out of things? Is it too late for me to learn? I sure as hell need to.