Mother's day is very difficult day for me. It can only be topped by fathers day. My children are a little older now. Only one still at home. I am so glad they were God's gift to me. I was told I was very lucky to have been able to have them because of internal damage.
I never remember my mother ever telling me she love me. Not once. So that is one thing I think I did right. I told them how much I loved them. I tried to tell them that every day.
There were five of us kids when I was growing. Three fathers. Two of the kids lived with Grandma most of the time. I was not that lucky. Some people should not have children. My mom, father and step dads, were people that should not. Some words are never gone once they are spoken. I'll never forget being told "You were just a wasted Fuck" Words can heal or kill.
We have a choice what we do and say.It is my choice to encourage and uplift others. Not to break them down. I want to tell all my special friends that have helped me so much. Without love and support there is nothing.
Our church is having a "funny hat" Mother's Day. I going to go there and enjoy the day. Spend time with my kids and be thankful. It has taken so many years to get here and I'm not there yet. I won't let anyone steal anymore joy out of my life. Not my past, a bad marriage, or any of that. Love to all of those that need hugs. We are not alone.