Happy Mother’s Day to all of us….the good and the bad :Re-posting From Lily Pup’s Life

Happy Mother’s Day to all of us….the good and the bad.

If your mother has passed, I am sorry. It must be a tough day.

If you are estranged from your mother, I’m sorry. It must be a tough day.

If your mother was abusive, I’m really sorry. It’s a tough day.

If you had the kind of mother that loved you and was there for you, I am happy for you.

If you are a mother and your kids will recognize the day in some way, good for you.

If you have lost a child, you have my sympathy and prayers.

If you have children that could seem to care less, I’m sorry.

I just couldn’t let Mother’s Day go by. Without raining on the parade, I think it is important to remember that it is a not a good day for everyone. Do you know someone who could use a hug or a prayer today?

I am lucky. Although…

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From Sarah:
My Comment Oh Her post.

Lily, I should have read this YESTERDAY. Or whenever it first came to my attention. But I wasn’t feeling positive about the day. I was in a dark place. The almost uncontrollable teary/moody/bitchy/emotional/Menopausal/Hormone and Grieving rollercoaster I get from time to time. Where I want to yell or scream at Danny (because he’s here and doesn’t say the words I need to hear…Happy Mother’s Day.} Danny is just Danny. If I were to ask him …he would have said them…This Year I decided not to BEG…SO I never heard the words.
Our phone lines were down…Thanks Verizon…..
So I couldn’t call My Dad. (Mom died less than a year ago). I couldn’t call my sister, my niece…No one.
I didn’t want a stranger to say the words although I almost wish someone had.
I can’t call Bobby. He’s in Heaven.
I had an awesome /magical childhood.
Mother’s Day along with Father’s Day were CELEBRATIONS. All Holidays were.
I kept the traditions up when I left home.
Bobby was awesome.
My mom always sent me a Mother’s Day card. Even after Bobby died. She understood. This year…..No Mother’s Card.
It was the knowing for weeks that I wouldn’t get THAT CARD that hurt. I wouldn’t be able to call her. I wouldn’t be able to hear her voice.
Yet, today : I remember HER. I see her smile.
I remember Bobby.
I rambled here…Again. Sorry.

Thank you for this post. I am sorry you had a rotten childhood….I am so very glad your children have you as their mom. Happy Mother’s Day.
Happy Mother’s Day to all of you.
Love Sarah

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