I just can’t write about my mother(s) today. I will sometime. I know I need to.
And since I didn’t get a single card or call or flower and I even had to make my own coffee, I’m feeling pretty forlorn.
So I will write about myself.
I have been a mother since I was 5 years old. I knew how to change diapers and handle baby food and bottle basics before I started school. I mothered my little sisters (and I must have done a lousy job because they resent the hell out of me.)
Don’t get me wrong. I love mothering. I live for it. My favorite movie as a child was not some Disney Princess thing. Nope, for me it was “Cheaper by the Dozen”.
http://www.imdb.com/video/screenplay/vi3171616537
All I ever wanted was a huge family, a bunch of kids to mother!
I even mothered my mother, trying so hard to convince her life was worth living…but I failed…well, that’s how it felt to my broken teenage heart when she finally chose the permanent “check-out”.
I mothered, in the following order, myself, my sisters, my mother, my babysitting kids, my pets, my friends, my foster sisters, my boyfriends, my fellow students, my co-workers, my husbands, my neighbors, my BUGS, broken birds, and my hundreds of my clients…this last is a whole separate story of amazing “motherhood”.
I mothered myself when my own mother escaped her pain by shooting herself. How oxymoronic is that?
And I had to make the excruciating decision to NOT mother the child I was carrying at the time my mother died, leaving my sisters in my real charge this time.
Blissfully, I finally got to mother my son Michael, the light of my life, and eventually, a pile of step-children. And now, though I am their grandmother, I even get to mother my grandsons a little bit.
It’s still my favorite thing to do.
So here is my choice for Song Lyric Sunday, today, Mother’s Day, 2017. It’s the song I used to play for my most injured and damaged clients, in the hope that somehow, a little mother’s love really can heal. I know it has healed me.
And I know my “daughter” Pamela has received exactly this from her Mother.
And just so I don’t end on a pitiful note,
I’m off to Mother my CATS!!! They won’t know what hit them!
https://helenswordsoflife.com/2017/05/13/song-lyric-sunday-theme-for-51417/
What a beautiful song! I’m sending you hugs and love and hoping you have an amazing day today. It hasn’t always been the easiest day for me either, but for some reason, this year feels different. ❤️
I’m so happy for you! I really am!! You deserve this year!!!
Thank you! 😘
I never had any children, but I, like you, mothered a lot all the same. I never wanted children though and got my wish. A mixed blessing I guess. Today I celebrate my status as a fur-baby ‘mother’…Huny will get treats and attention and me spending the whole day with her, which in her opinion is the best gift. Happy Mother’s Day to you! <3
What a sweet comment. Have a great furry mother’s day!
Happy Mother’s Day Kathie 💜🌹
I was 8 when I had a younger sister. She arrived on my birthday. I did the nappies, the bath time. And 15 months later, she died from cancer. It was horrible. Nearly 8 years later my next sister arrived. Nappies, bath time. Same same. Medical conditions also but now a often grumpy 28 y.o. Diagnosis of my AVM told me I was lucky not to meet my soulmate or I would likely. OT be here at all. I’m such a Nona with people, feeding and caring for them. But I refuse to parent boyfriends. They get kicked to the curb. While lonely, being a single barren spinster has its upsides. Where’s my next cat!?
Wow. That’s some serious sharing! Thanks!
Damn it! Meant to say…..Likely not be here at all.
I got it anyway.
I’m reading this the day after Mother’s Day, so a belated one to you. Although my own mother is still alive (but in a nursing home at age 76 with dementia and other physical disabilities), I “mothered” my baby brother for years starting at age 10 when he was born. Mothering is not my superpower like I see it being yours, but I do have two wonderful adult daughters and three adult step children, I eagerly await grandchildren! My brother, now 47 is very close and we have a wonderful relationship–he is a great uncle to his nieces. I didn’t get any cards either, but I don’t really care about that. My daughters don’t live close so we are all converging in San Diego in June for a family event and we will celebrate Mother’s day then. I really enjoyed your open heart in this post and hope that you can write about what really deeply troubles you about your mother. I think it will help you 🙂
Wonderful response. All the stuff I wrote about in this post took place in San Diego. Maybe I have told you that before. Anyway, have a wonderful June Mother’s Day and I AM writing about my mother, almost always, but just haven’t “published” much of it yet…
Thanks so much for your thoughtful response.
PS to ALL! I got a lovely bouquet of Lilies and a card from each CAT!!!
😉