Today was the first of many Mother’s Days to come for me. I actually remembered it this year since it meant I would actually be celebrated! Before being a mother it didn’t mean much. My mother isn’t one to be celebrated. I thank her for feeding, clothing, and keeping me alive for the years I couldn’t do those things for myself.
Does this sound cold? Absolutely. I wish I could have more sympathy, understanding, love, for my mother. Anyone reading this who is thinking that no matter what, mothers should be loved and appreciated for bringing you into the world. Sorry. An incubator is not a mother.
Having a less than happy childhood can make you a better mother. So for that I am thankful. I know exactly what not to do for my son. Drugs being #1. I am an amazing mother. My child comes first in every aspect of my life. I marvel at him anytime we are together. If you passed me on the airplane last night you probably saw me gazing at my son who was fast asleep in my arms and making adorable faces that always make me love him more.
Fletcher didn’t get me anything but I will let it slide! He is a gift. I am doing exactly what I am meant to do.
Happy Mother’s Day to all of the great moms out there. It ends for me in 2 minutes. 🙁