Love Me, Love Me

We want attention from the moment we slither out of the womb, a writhing, screaming mess of “look at me!”.

It’s the one year old tugging on your shirt hem, wanting up. It’s the two year old’s fifth word — “see?”. It’s the four year old’s constant demand — “look, mom”, “see what I built”, “watch me do a front flip from my table onto my bed”, “COME”.

It’s the fourteen year old thinking of ways to get more than 300 friends on Facebook. It’s the eighteen year old working hard on her hair. It’s the mom constantly wondering — “do people like my blog?”, “why didn’t anyone comment on my status?” “does anything I do matter?”. It’s the husband waiting for the words — “thank you for providing so well for our family”. {...}

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