I used to hate Mother’s Day. It’s not like they make a card that’s appropriate for neglectful drunks. But ever since my broken mother ceased to be a part of my life, I’ve found joy in this day. It was as though in all the tension and stress of trying to make sure SHE was happy on that day, I forgot that it was supposed to be MY day too.
She spent nearly 60 years trying to please her mother before that wretched woman finally did the world a favour and dropped dead at the tender age of 96. I spent nearly 40 years trying to please mine before I finally realized I’d have more luck trying to turn water into wine, and it would be a more useful skill.
Since I closed ranks around my nuclear family, and did away with the pain and stress of trying to maintain relationships with fundamentally broken people. It was a clean break, the entire maternal side of my family gone in one fell swoop. You know what? I regret nothing!
Tomorrow morning, I’m going to sleep in. I’m going to spend the day cuddling my babies. The Husband is cooking me my favourite meal. Mother’s Day used to be fraught with dread and panic, and now it’s a thing of beauty. If you’ve ever asked yourself if you life would be better without the stinging bite of a mother who can’t love, it will be!
You get two chances to have a strong mother/child bond, first with your own mother, and then with your children. I’m enjoying my second kick at the can immensely!