I know I'm early with this, but who knows what tomorrow will bring, so here it is, right now. I also know that most of us here aren't actually Mothers, but that doesn't mean we aren't Mothers in our hearts.
God Bless you all.
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Happy Mother's Day!
Mother: a wonderful, sweet, caring individual who nurtures the Family and gives so much that without them, the Family is lost. A Mother can be any age or gender as in Star Trek, a Mother is called a Life Giver in a novel.
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Hey there
in my 35 year career, I got called mother so many times, I used to get Mother's Day cards myself. I even remember one fathers day, when my present was given from the spouse. She got a new dress for me to see her wear.
Mother's Day
Please don't get me wrong!!
Now that I've gotten that out of the way ;)
Mother's day has become one of the most painful days of the year for me. Let me explain. My wife is not a nurturing person. At all. Period. From the very beginning, I was the Mommy - the one that read to my children; went to school with the children; I was the class mother; I was the one who nurtured and gave my children all the love I have. I was the one who kissed their boo boos and made them better.
My children all recognized this in different ways. No one other than my wife (and I) would ever think of referring to me as the Mommy, yet the reality was known to all that I was the one who was the Mommy.
That all ended when I told my kids about being transgendered. You could see in my oldest son's eyes the "click" in his brain as he recognized the fact and then the look on his face as his disbelief took hold, and with that disbelief came rejection and anger.
So, as I wrote a couple of months ago:
"I've been the mommy but now my babies they won't talk to me..."
It hurts. Tomorrow I'll paste a smile on my face and go with my wife to take her mother to lunch. Later in the week I'll take my mother to lunch. But my kids won't be with me. The only time I see them is when they need something. Then, as always in life, they come running home to Mommy and I then see to their needs and wants - I kiss it and make it better; or is that I kiss it even though it's bitter?
Happy Mother's Day?
I wish.......
Mother's day?
Whassat!!!?
Growing old disgracefully.