Today, I came home to several frozen foods on my kitchen table that my mom had purchased me so I have some food to eat while she is gone for a week. I proceeded to think internally, “Ugh, these foods are awful…filled with all kinds of over-processed ingredients and preservatives I can’t even pronounce..”. So, in turn, as I was thinking this I said aloud in response to my mom listing off what she got me.. pizza pops, kraft dinner… “Mom you really didn’t have to get me these, I don’t even like any of these foods.” She then begins screaming at me calling me a spoiled, unappreciative, ungrateful brat… And this hurt me. I barely got the chance to explain why I don’t like these foods and she went off. I understand she took the time to go out of her busy day to get and pay for them which I am very grateful for, but I don’t even feel like I got the chance to say this to her either. I could have phrased what I said a bit better but I feel like I’m constantly being quickly tossed without a chance to voice my feelings, thoughts, opinions, knowledge, truths etc. without getting bombarded with negative reactions. I feel as though I am muted because of the sole fact that my mother is my mother and I am her child. She has this sort of… superior/inferior attitude where what she says goes and what I want to do is simply swept under the mat. I just want us to eat healthy and flourish while nourishing our temples. I want to eat well & be well. I don’t want to fight with my mother about stupid comments or words exchanged… I just want to have a conversation. One conversation, where we can speak with each other reciprocally and truly understand the other’s mind and ideas. That is all I ever want. That is all I could ever ask for.