Mother, May I

Have you ever gotten bad news?  Not a little bad news, a lot of bad news.

You know, like, the dryer's broken (see previous post); every time you go to the mailbox there's nothing but bills you can't afford to pay; the college counselor repeatedly screws up your son's financial aid paperwork so that he may not be awarded in time for next semester . . . yadda yadda yadda.  I'm sure you're all familiar with bad news.

Then . . . you receive a teeny weeny kernel of good news.  Really good news.  Great news.

Is it selfish to want to keep that grain of good news to yourself for a little while and just enjoy it like a secret pet?  Is it wrong to rub it and pet it and visit it whenever the inevitable more bad news shows up?

Or should you make the good news common knowledge so that everyone can bask in its glow?

I know I sound selfish, but it just seems like in a Mom's life there are so few times when we are allowed to have a secret.  Secrets are fun.  I want a secret.

I realize I'm talking in circles, so I'm going to shut it down now.

*SIGH*   

Oh, and don't worry.  I already came clean, but it was fun while it lasted.  ;-)

Until next time . . .