If I had the right. I am not good at surface relationships. I hate asking someone how they are when I know they'll say "fine" regardless and so there are many times when I don't ask. I really don't care "how the weather is where you are", although I'll use that to ease into the beginning of a conversation. I love the meat and bones of life, and am a totally open book although I'm not sure what pages people want to read. But I do know that not everyone deserves to know how "you're really doing". That is the stuff you share with your real friends, people that you trust with the good and the bad. If I knew every mother that well, I would ask them these questions:
1. Was your wedding day REALLY the day of your dreams?
2. How long after the honeymoon until you started ploying to get your husband to agree to having kids as soon as possible?
3. How often does your bathroom really get cleaned?
4. Did you decide to have a certain number of kids and when you had those, snip snip, or did you decide but are open to "surprises", or do you think you'll just know when you know you're done?
5. What is the one thing you do simply because you're husband likes it?
6. How heated do you get when someone offers you advice?
7. Would you be able, not willing but able, to tell your kids of mistakes you've made in your life, even if you felt you made some with them?
8. Do you daydream of another life? Not one that would be better, but a different one that you think you could be just as happy in?
9. At the end of most days when you're unwinding to fall asleep, do you feel you got enough of yourself that day or did it go to everyone else and leave you feeling lost?
10. Does your life feel more or less like that "empty canvas" or "unwritten book" than it did the day you graduated from highschool?
I'd just like to know. I'm not even sure why I'd like to know those particular things, and I'm sure my list will ebb and grow as I live, but right now for some reason I would ask those questions if I had the right. And if you'd like to you could answer them, or you could ask your own of me, or you could do both. For now I'll just float them in cyberspace so I can free up those few neurons to decide what to make for supper.