Mom
Sometimes I think about how my mother feels about being a mom.
And how she probably plunged into it unsure and uncertain about everything.
I get very angry whenever I ask her a question and she doesn't have an answer for it.
Because I grew up knowing she has all the answers.
Because that's just not possible. My mom knows everything.
I wonder what it's like being a mother now to adults.
No longer working to make ends meet and depending on your son to being home the bacon and make all the decisions.
And also not being social enough to make friends and having to rely on your son to be the only human contact most days.
I love my mom.
And how she probably plunged into it unsure and uncertain about everything.
I get very angry whenever I ask her a question and she doesn't have an answer for it.
Because I grew up knowing she has all the answers.
Because that's just not possible. My mom knows everything.
I wonder what it's like being a mother now to adults.
No longer working to make ends meet and depending on your son to being home the bacon and make all the decisions.
And also not being social enough to make friends and having to rely on your son to be the only human contact most days.
I love my mom.