Every Mother’s Day I want to crawl in a hole and stay there until the annual demonstration of love and gratitude toward the woman who MADE you is over and done with.
There are many -too many- like me, who never felt that love, but remember the beatings and the drunken rage. Children like me, who carry the burden of the past around for years, decades, even a lifetime.
Boys and girls who got raised by a mom who never should have been one. Kids who didn’t have a lucky hand at the birth roulette.
I wish Mother’s Day would also be a reminder that mothering does not always come naturally. There is no school for parenting, there are no classes to learn caring. The schoolhouse of love is none existing, but would be full with students if there just would be one.
Judges would command mom’s to go there, just like the order community service to the ones where there still is hope.
Another Mother’s Day and we don’t mention reality. Not every mom is a good mother. Many leave scares and memories that haunt the ones who had to live through it. Mom’s who looked away when their children were abused right in front of them, mother’s who let their children starve -of food and love- because that’s all they ever knew.
Many children in foster homes and orphanages around the world don’t celebrate today. For many, it’s a sad day remembering the mom who never wanted them -or should have had them.
The images of the drunken woman, the junkie controlled by her addiction, the yelling and screaming monster we had to call mom doesn’t fit into our perfect world. There is always a dark side, but we seldom show it. Things we don’t like to see or talk about stay hidden.
Happy Mother’s Day to all who have a reason to celebrate it. To the rest of us, it’s just another day.
I think it’s another one of those holidays that commercialism played a great part in creating. If not then, it certainly is now, more commercial than actually heartfelt. You’ll “appreciate” the film footage shown on the local news in LA that had way too many people lining up way too early in the morning and proceeding way too close to each other just to empty all the vendors’ inventory at the flower market, which had just been reopened that day. Even the vendors, who by then needed the money, underestimated the extent to which fools and their money could be so easily and quickly parted.
Yep- totally with you.. my mother was just emotionally distant..a problem for me an emotional kid! It’s over for another year! 🙂
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I won’t press Like, just sending warm wishes across the Atlantic.
Warm wishes are appreciated -as always 🙂
Heartfelt and honest. Thank you for sharing. I struggled with motherhood, fearful of the harm and pain I would inflict on my children as my mother did to me.
I totally agree with you when you say: “I wish Mother’s Day would also be a reminder that mothering does not always come naturally. There is no school for parenting, there are no classes to learn caring. The schoolhouse of love is none existing, but would be full with students if there just would be one.”
Blessings, today and always <3
I had the same fear and understand it very well.
Blessings to you as well!
Such an honest statement
Life is not always sunshine and roses
Quite so.
I agree. Divorced not through choice from my Mom, i battle these days. I know im not Moms preferred child.
I never thought about using the word “divorced” in context with my parents.
Harsh word but its true. I will always love her but her heart is elsewhere.
Ah
Hugs on “Happy I would have been a great Mom Day”.
How sweet of you! Thanks you, Peter.