Maybe it's because at times I refuse to see what is really true, but I choose to see what I want to see...but I just realized that my family means more to me than I'll probably ever know. All the nagging, the worries, and the constant criticism, are all apart of the way family shows that they care. I guess it all depends on the way you see it...if you take your mother's nagging as nagging...then you'll end up tuning out to everything she says, not knowing that what she says may bare some truth. I guess the saying "the truth always hurts" applies completely.

My mother used to nag me all the time, enough to drive me insane...but I only used to concentrate on the things she said in which I didn't want to hear, instead of looking at the bigger picture. And now...well things are different...a lot different. I'm beginning to see how important little things between family may be, no matter how small.

You figure new things out everyday... :P