So . . . it's Mother's Day in the US. For those of us who lost their mothers young, it's always a tough day. I miss my mom. I was angry at her for years -- when she got sick, when she died. I was angry at her for how she dealt with my father's death, but that's mainly because at 11 years old, I didn't truly understand what she was mourning, and I
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Now I am a self-appointed aunt to my friends' kids (whether they know it or not) and do enjoy watching them grow and change.
I do love my furbabies too.
I realized in my teens I did not feel close to my parents (the reasons for this are many) and try as I did to change things, I was unable to do so. Now I am working on accepting things the way they are, which is still a huge struggle.
Days celebrating parents are definitely a mixed bag for me.
*HUGS*
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