Saturday, May 06, 2006
A Whiny Mother's Day Post
Mother's Day depresses me now. I used to look forward to acknowled
ging my Mom for her role in my upbringing, even though she really wasn't in it after I was twelve. Still, she was my mother and I love her very much and after this post, sometime soon I will make a positive Mother's Day Post. Today's depressive gripe is that my own children will forget me again this year. They have another "mom" now that they look up to, which is absolutely wonderful, and I don't wish to take away the blessings she will get from my kids, but just once I wish my kids would just say, "Happy Mother's Day" to me. It isn't that they don't love me, because I know they do. I think my reasoning comes from the guilt I feel at having left them, and knowing that perhaps I simply don't deserve it. I would love for my kids to tell me that even though I'm not a daily physical presence in their lives, they forgive me and that I'm okay as a mom. It's as if they have forgotten that I did not only give birth to them, but I was also a strong educational force in their early upbringing and that I loved them with a deep affection. I know why they have forgotten, and I won't discuss it here. I just pray that someday they will remember that I am their mother.
ging my Mom for her role in my upbringing, even though she really wasn't in it after I was twelve. Still, she was my mother and I love her very much and after this post, sometime soon I will make a positive Mother's Day Post. Today's depressive gripe is that my own children will forget me again this year. They have another "mom" now that they look up to, which is absolutely wonderful, and I don't wish to take away the blessings she will get from my kids, but just once I wish my kids would just say, "Happy Mother's Day" to me. It isn't that they don't love me, because I know they do. I think my reasoning comes from the guilt I feel at having left them, and knowing that perhaps I simply don't deserve it. I would love for my kids to tell me that even though I'm not a daily physical presence in their lives, they forgive me and that I'm okay as a mom. It's as if they have forgotten that I did not only give birth to them, but I was also a strong educational force in their early upbringing and that I loved them with a deep affection. I know why they have forgotten, and I won't discuss it here. I just pray that someday they will remember that I am their mother.
