Happy Mother’s Day to you. George considers it a Hallmark holiday. I ignore it since I consider myself one of
the world’s worst mothers.
There were a lot of mother’s like me in the
sixties. In this time before birth
control, I never wanted kids. I’d never
held a baby. I couldn’t stand the
crying. Literally. I smoked…once burning Margot on the
face. I drank…once driving away with
Paul and forgetting both kids tucked in bed at home. I hit them both; Paul beat them. I did drugs.
Paul did more drugs.
This day I beat them both to the phone to say
Happy Mother’s day. Margot called me
back to say that she’d never had such a happy voice to wake up to. I’ll take that.
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- Himself: Boring Business Meeting tonight. Taking me to my favorite book store today.
- Myself: Himself is taking me to “Mysterious Galaxy” this morning. I’ve made a list of the twenty or so new books I just have to have. LOL
- Photo: Mine. A corner of the living room.
- Reading: Finished with all 7 Harry Potters.
- Gratitude’s: The beautiful green outside. Sunshine peeking out, George. My kids.
You’ve come a long way, dear Mage! Happy day to you!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much.
DeleteCalling them first was genius.
ReplyDeleteYes it was. Thank you.
DeleteOK, then. Well done with a Hallmark day.
ReplyDeleteBack then you were doing the best you could. I'm sure you made amends for your past behavior.
ReplyDeleteI should have done the calling first for my daughter. My daughter-in-law will probably never have children and she is sad about that, so making and getting calls is complicated. I am so glad you have that wonderful mending with yours!!
ReplyDeleteWe've all made mistakes and had regrets wrt our children. Well maybe not, but I have.
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