Mother's Day
I'm a mother and a grandmother -- and I miss my mom
Mother's Days have been fraught for me at times, for different reasons. My own mother was a hard case. But she had a hard life before and after I was born. I appreciate that she kept me fed and clothed and sent me to school.
I myself was a far from perfect mother. Luckily, I have a close relationship with my daughter. My son has disowned me. So many stories to tell, but not today.
My mother died thirteen years ago. Before she died we had developed a habit of talking on the phone on Thursdays. I would ask her questions about her life, questions about things I remembered, questions about people we both knew.
I still think of questions to ask her. I guess I always will. I think of things to tell her, things to ask her, and miss the stories she told (even though many were flat out lies).
I had a wonderful afternoon with my daughter and grandkids to celebrate Mother's Day. I'm not feeling up to par, so I missed my usual choir practice. If I hadn't, I would have missed the great experience of watching my grandkids ask questions of their mom. Check out memories. Did that happen, or was it a dream?
I'm lucky to have so much love in my life. And I still miss my mom.
Please share any stories you like, good or bad.
Interesting to hear your piece about your Mom. My mom was by no means a celebration. I believe she had no idea that she was a nasty piece of work. Neither did I, till my friends invited me over to their houses for Tea.
So I mentally adopted many other mothers
to fill that gap. In later years she became the founder of “childline” and treasurer of the Irish Society of prevention of cruelty to children. All of us children (5) got divorced and remarried. Perhaps she saw the light I don’t know but she knew we didn’t like her.
Sad really when you think of it.
All she did was recreate her childhood and set it upon us. They were tough times.
Now it’s up to all of us to put this angry woman somewhere in our hearts, try not to understand her but to understand that she herself lived her piece of hell in life.
Ya gotta love her in your own special way!
She tried.
Love hearing about your family and seeing the pictures Sandra! I bet a good part of why you have remained close, is because of your taking interest in everyone. Wanting to know 'the story', so to speak. Such an important part of creating our memories!
One of the things I like best about my mom (and there are many things I loved her for) but the one that is most impressive to me now, is how she loved each of her children ... and we are all so different! It is hard to believe now, but as a child, I was rather shy and introverted and often referred to as being 'sensitive' which was a 'thing' people said about quiet children back then. One sister was of a determined nature from the minute she was born, or perhaps even before! She honestly blames all of her failings on how her delivery was delayed by mother crossing her legs while waiting for her doctor to arrive at the hospital! She is terribly intelligent and singularly right about everything! The only boy, who somehow survived living with 3 'girls', is an unusually normal guy and a loving father of two 'girls'. And the youngest sister (15 years younger than me) was a wild child who balked at minding and fudged attending school, and yet was all and all a loving child who mended her ways and later thanked her parents for giving her room to grow up and has become a successful business woman with a beautiful home on the east coast. And mom loved each of us so dearly and we each knew it!