May 20, 2013

• Day 6

  A stranger,

  I notice you.  I'm aware of you.  I will probably not meet your eyes.  I might not even turn my head in your direction.  I'm sorry, if you think I'm cold.  I'm sorry, if you think I'm unkind.  I'm just unable to open myself.  By the way, this is my daughter.  She is overly aware of you.  I can tell by the amount of her body that is touching mine.  The closer you get, the further into me she burrows.  Please don't approach her.   Don't try to engage her.  If you have a question or concern you can talk to me and she might loosen just a little.  Let her come to you.  Or, let her be.  I'm not sorry for whatever you might think about that.  I'm sorry if you think you have a right to her space.  You do not.  

  Unsocial Mommy

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