Mother’s Day is on the calendar for this weekend. I’m not sure how I feel about that.
I have a great mom and feel like I’ve been a great mom to my two human kids and three furry kids.
But at times I feel like I’ve failed even though I know deep down I gave it my all.
Sadness for Mother’s Day
I am somewhat sad for this Mother’s Day. Why? One of my human kids isn’t speaking to me and hasn’t for almost two years.
It hurts to say the least.
I sacrificed so much for my two kids the last 13 1/2 years. I made sure they had the things they wanted within reason.
And when I couldn’t afford what they wanted, I said, “No.” I was one of those moms who didn’t give in no matter what. Our world is becoming so entitled as it is.
I’m not writing about this to gain sympathy or play a victim. Not by any means. I’m simply stating what the situation is.
I am not a victim. I am a survivor.
While I would like to understand why she is doing this, I am moving on. I will always hope and pray she will find her way back home, and we can make amends.
Despite what she may think, I will always love my girl. We had such a close relationship that I can’t imagine going the rest of my life without her being here. If that is what she wishes, I will have no choice.
But I will always be her mom. Nothing can change that. Nothing.
Happiness for Mother’s Day
Despite my situation, I still have my teenage son living at home. I can celebrate Mother’s Day with him.
I cherish the moments I have with him. He was a “mommy’s boy” until he hit the middle school years.
My memories of cuddling with him when he didn’t feel well whether he had eaten a food he shouldn’t have or was sick with a nasty cold will always be there.
Even now I still see his big heart. He has the compassion I have, and I love seeing him care about others.
He’s working hard in school now and has thoughts of going to a technical school.
I will always be an animal lover and will never be without at least one or two dogs. I love having my cat around, but if I had to do that again, I won’t have another.
Gizmo came to us from a friend of my daughter’s. We saved him from going to a shelter. He has been a great cat, but I would prefer not to have another one.
My older dog is a rescue as well. She has been with us for over 10 years, and the other one joined our family within the last 18 months.
They get along pretty well for the most part and give me such joy. They keep me from the loneliness that sets in from time to time.
Then there’s my own mom. She is my best friend and supports me with whatever I’m doing — my writing, my home business.
She has been my rock throughout the years, most especially through my divorce and custody battle. I cherish every moment I can spend with her and hope she knows how special she is to me.