If you grew up in Lubbock, you know there’s one universal truth: Lubbock moms have mastered the art of pretending they’re “not mad.” It’s practically a second language. Sweet tea in the summer. Weather warnings in the fall. Passive-aggressive emotional gymnastics year-round from dear mothers.
Yours isn’t any different from mine. They all got that stupid haircut in 2004. They all have a questionably large purse. Every single one of them is just as disappointed in us as they are proud of us. It is what it is.
And look, they’ll swear up and down that they’re calm, collected, and “just tired,” but we all know better. You don’t slam a dishwasher like that for no reason, Debra.…