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It's Mother's Day. As much as I find myself missing my mom at times, all that feels right to write is this:
"It was hard for me to believe that this woman with her head under the blankets, feeling sorry for herself and boohooing like a five-year-old, was my mother. Mom was thirty-eight, not young but not old, either. In twenty-five years, I told myself, I'd be as old as she was now. I had no idea what my life would be like then, but as I gathered up my schoolbooks and walked out the door, I swore to myself that it would never be like Mom's, that I would not be crying my eyes out in an unheated shack in some godforsaken place."
-The Glass Castle
That is how I found myself feeling so many days for so many years.
I guess if I am thankful for anything, I am thankful for having the determination to make something different of my life; so thank you, Mom, for that much at least. I love you.
"It was hard for me to believe that this woman with her head under the blankets, feeling sorry for herself and boohooing like a five-year-old, was my mother. Mom was thirty-eight, not young but not old, either. In twenty-five years, I told myself, I'd be as old as she was now. I had no idea what my life would be like then, but as I gathered up my schoolbooks and walked out the door, I swore to myself that it would never be like Mom's, that I would not be crying my eyes out in an unheated shack in some godforsaken place."
-The Glass Castle
That is how I found myself feeling so many days for so many years.
I guess if I am thankful for anything, I am thankful for having the determination to make something different of my life; so thank you, Mom, for that much at least. I love you.