Mother's Day
I'm never quite sure what to do with it. I've had like 6 mothers over my life and I can't possibly visit them all. Plus I'm never sure if it's a good idea to visit the biological one, even, because odds are we get into an argument or something and she ends up depressed or passive-aggressively saying "Thanks for the great Mother's Day." as we leave.
So I send her a card and I Facebook status thank the ones I can and pretty much call it good.
Because there's no way for me to properly demonstrate in a day how their particular mothering has influenced me and built the woman I am today. I can write whatever I want or say whatever over the phone, and it's still not going to do it. The only way I can is to keep living and make them proud to have had a hand in it.
They've changed diapers and administered medication, made me do chores and reminded me boys can be stupid, taught me the value of patience and loving when it's hard to do so, punished me for breaking rules they knew I'd break again, and let me know there was always somewhere I was loved. Not any one of them did all of those things, and I can't credit any one of them for the effort of raising me. Hell, I put in just as much myself as any of them. But I won't deny what they contributed, and I am grateful for it.
I love you ladies. Most of you aren't even online to read this, but it doesn't matter. I'm sure you know I do.
I hope I can be even half the things you've all been to me to someone someday.
So I send her a card and I Facebook status thank the ones I can and pretty much call it good.
Because there's no way for me to properly demonstrate in a day how their particular mothering has influenced me and built the woman I am today. I can write whatever I want or say whatever over the phone, and it's still not going to do it. The only way I can is to keep living and make them proud to have had a hand in it.
They've changed diapers and administered medication, made me do chores and reminded me boys can be stupid, taught me the value of patience and loving when it's hard to do so, punished me for breaking rules they knew I'd break again, and let me know there was always somewhere I was loved. Not any one of them did all of those things, and I can't credit any one of them for the effort of raising me. Hell, I put in just as much myself as any of them. But I won't deny what they contributed, and I am grateful for it.
I love you ladies. Most of you aren't even online to read this, but it doesn't matter. I'm sure you know I do.
I hope I can be even half the things you've all been to me to someone someday.