Told you I'd get it up. Here you go:
May 3 – still in my dorm
About thirteen seconds later
Diary,
Oh my god. I have just sunk as low as I possibly could.
I just wrote a letter for love advice… FOR MY MUM. If you don’t understand the gravity of the situation, then I really need to explain something to you. Okay, well, Mum and I have always had a rather… interesting relationship. Obviously, before I was born, Mum was plagued with plenty of young boys running around the Burrow. She told me, many times, that before I was born, she wished like mad that she would finally one day have a girl to pass down the things her mother passed down to her.
The things her mother passed down to her:
- How to use cooking spells
- How to cook the Muggle way
- How to use cleaning spells
- A book called ‘How to Please Your Husband in a Variety of Ways’ (she has told me numerous times that this gift was not going to be given until I was going to get married… though, I’m not sure why I would want it because it dates back to 1887)
- How to knit/knitting spells
- Ways to be an ‘assertive woman’
- Bargaining hunting tips!
- Other motherly tips I can’t remember…
Well, when Mum found out she was going to have a girl, she was simply ecstatic! She told me how she’d imagined us shopping together and cooking and giggling all the time. Once I was born, Mum couldn’t wait for me to begin to walk and talk. She dressed me up in girlish outfits which, must to her dismay, were quickly thrown off because of my hatred for frills and the fact that I went through a stage that made me want to assert myself and be naked all the time. She would take me on her little shopping trips and she’d always sit me in the kitchen with her as she cooked or knitted or did anything else like that. I think it was then that Mum noticed that I really wasn’t interested in that. Every time I’d sit it in the kitchen with her, as much as I loved her company, I would always want to go outside and play with my brothers in the mud.
When I started my first year of Hogwarts and the whole diary debacle occurred, I really grew closer to Mum. I think it was because she was always the one who comforted me when I was sick or sad or had a ‘boo-boo’. I stuck close to her that entire summer despite the fact I was pining over Harry most of the time. But then I started a new year. That one passed quickly and I realized that I didn’t need Mum and I realized that I didn’t want to be her. I wasn’t interested in the same things as she was – the whole wife/mother thing. I just… I just couldn’t bring myself to be like that.
So of course, I distanced myself. We’d fight about silly things and serious things – from why my shoes didn’t match my outfit to why I wouldn’t talk to her about my life. Ever since then, I had really steered clear of telling Mum about my love life… or much else really. I only brought it up when Ron told her about the guys I was seeing and had no choice. You see, the most surprising thing about the letter that I wrote to Mum was that I actually told her EVERYTHING (well, almost). And I actually asked her for her advice.
That, in all my sixteen years, has never happened.