Don't even try.
Mothers Day was this weekend.
I'm usually not the Hallmark Holiday kind of gal,but if you don't recognize it you appear... bitchy.
I like to think of Mothers Day, Fathers Day, Valentines Day, as the three most over rated DAYS of the year.
If you don't get it 364 other days of the year, you aren't THERE yet.
Mothers day to me...is when you FEEL LIKE A MOTHER.
That happens a few times a day,
"pick up your shoes"
"Wash your hands."
"Call the dentist."
But really feeling like Mother, the mother that no one else could be... to your children, that comes...
IF YOUR LUCKY.. a few times a year.
When your son is on stage for the Christmas show in his new suit, looking sparkling, shining, like a ray of light is only on him? When you blow him a kiss from some obscure seat in a large auditiorium, because I just couldn't contain myself...
He saw me, He caught my kiss,and blew one back... Because I am his Mother.
No one else could throw that kiss that he caught. Who else would have seen that split second in time, unless I was that beautiful boys mother,and he was looking at me. I cried, fat hot tears that tasted sweet from the LOVE that was pouring out of every nook and cranny of myself.
That was MOTHERS DAY.
A few weeks ago we went to a family Birthday party. I took Nana along and Allie was there with her guy,along with Tim. It was a really good time.
Music, beer food,lots of people. My favorites.
So we sat at our table and chatted amongst ourselves and sang along with the dj. SO MUCH FUN.
As the night wore on, the "friendly" couple that joined our table,turned into the friendly wife, and her disgusting drunk, loudmouthed piggish husband.
As the night wore on, I could see "the look" in Allies direction.
Pig.
She is 23 year old woman that knows how to handle herself. She laughed off a few comments he made.
I prayed her Father didn't hear them.
He didn't.
Then he said it,looking directly at MY CHILD, HE SAID IT.
"You must have the most perfect tits, your nipples must be amazing."
Something snapped inside me, I heard it snap like a fishing line stuck in rocks.
Then I heard the buzz, that I hadn't heard in years, a buzz that turns into a roar in about 3 seconds.
Everything turned slow motion, all I could see was a glass of beer in front of me and a basket of pretzels....
And that %^&ers face.
I stood up pushing my chair into the next table, I grabbed the glass of beer and threw it across the table, yelling "YOU< YOUThen I grabbed the basket of pretzels and threw them at him I felt myself getting onto the table to climb over, my mother grabbed me,saying "Suzie?!"
"YOU EVER LOOK AT HER AGAIN< I I WILL KILLLLLL YOU!!!"
I was pointing at his face,from across the table.
Allie stood up came around and told me to calm down, The $#%@ immediately got up from the table and went to the mens room.
Tim followed him in there where the rest was handled in DAD FASHION.
She was crying,upset I was upset.
I was..... totally living.
LIVING100%.
I easily could have killed that man. That is Mothers day.
My Missi, no one gets her ALL the time.
She is a maze, a mystery, and just perfectly magical.
When her sister had her appendix out,she was at home,crying.
When I got home,she crawled into bed with me, crying, crying, crying.
She can't handle someone being sick, "What if she died?"
"She won't die,Bitty,she is better already."
"I didn't visit Pop in the hospital, I should have, I was so scared. I am so scared, I didnt visit her, she's going to die too."
I was the MOTHER. This early morning talk about death, fear, regret, forgiveness, and the love of a parent for their child NO MATTER WHAT. This was MOTHERS DAY.
My beautiful girl and her fears, her anger, her doubts,her loss of faith. Thats my job-I am Mother.
These children show me EVERYDAY that I am needed, yes in the laundry piles,
dishwasher, mail sorter, phone call answerer.
But when THAT MOMENT OF REAL MOM SHOWS UP.
Its worth it.
Sorry for the delay,I've had some ... lets say issues to work out.
I am better. For today. I need this. Thanks for coming along.
I'm usually not the Hallmark Holiday kind of gal,but if you don't recognize it you appear... bitchy.
I like to think of Mothers Day, Fathers Day, Valentines Day, as the three most over rated DAYS of the year.
If you don't get it 364 other days of the year, you aren't THERE yet.
Mothers day to me...is when you FEEL LIKE A MOTHER.
That happens a few times a day,
"pick up your shoes"
"Wash your hands."
"Call the dentist."
But really feeling like Mother, the mother that no one else could be... to your children, that comes...
IF YOUR LUCKY.. a few times a year.
When your son is on stage for the Christmas show in his new suit, looking sparkling, shining, like a ray of light is only on him? When you blow him a kiss from some obscure seat in a large auditiorium, because I just couldn't contain myself...
He saw me, He caught my kiss,and blew one back... Because I am his Mother.
No one else could throw that kiss that he caught. Who else would have seen that split second in time, unless I was that beautiful boys mother,and he was looking at me. I cried, fat hot tears that tasted sweet from the LOVE that was pouring out of every nook and cranny of myself.
That was MOTHERS DAY.
A few weeks ago we went to a family Birthday party. I took Nana along and Allie was there with her guy,along with Tim. It was a really good time.
Music, beer food,lots of people. My favorites.
So we sat at our table and chatted amongst ourselves and sang along with the dj. SO MUCH FUN.
As the night wore on, the "friendly" couple that joined our table,turned into the friendly wife, and her disgusting drunk, loudmouthed piggish husband.
As the night wore on, I could see "the look" in Allies direction.
Pig.
She is 23 year old woman that knows how to handle herself. She laughed off a few comments he made.
I prayed her Father didn't hear them.
He didn't.
Then he said it,looking directly at MY CHILD, HE SAID IT.
"You must have the most perfect tits, your nipples must be amazing."
Something snapped inside me, I heard it snap like a fishing line stuck in rocks.
Then I heard the buzz, that I hadn't heard in years, a buzz that turns into a roar in about 3 seconds.
Everything turned slow motion, all I could see was a glass of beer in front of me and a basket of pretzels....
And that %^&ers face.
I stood up pushing my chair into the next table, I grabbed the glass of beer and threw it across the table, yelling "YOU< YOU
"YOU EVER LOOK AT HER AGAIN< I I WILL KILLLLLL YOU!!!"
I was pointing at his face,from across the table.
Allie stood up came around and told me to calm down, The $#%@ immediately got up from the table and went to the mens room.
Tim followed him in there where the rest was handled in DAD FASHION.
She was crying,upset I was upset.
I was..... totally living.
LIVING100%.
I easily could have killed that man. That is Mothers day.
My Missi, no one gets her ALL the time.
She is a maze, a mystery, and just perfectly magical.
When her sister had her appendix out,she was at home,crying.
When I got home,she crawled into bed with me, crying, crying, crying.
She can't handle someone being sick, "What if she died?"
"She won't die,Bitty,she is better already."
"I didn't visit Pop in the hospital, I should have, I was so scared. I am so scared, I didnt visit her, she's going to die too."
I was the MOTHER. This early morning talk about death, fear, regret, forgiveness, and the love of a parent for their child NO MATTER WHAT. This was MOTHERS DAY.
My beautiful girl and her fears, her anger, her doubts,her loss of faith. Thats my job-I am Mother.
These children show me EVERYDAY that I am needed, yes in the laundry piles,
dishwasher, mail sorter, phone call answerer.
But when THAT MOMENT OF REAL MOM SHOWS UP.
Its worth it.
Sorry for the delay,I've had some ... lets say issues to work out.
I am better. For today. I need this. Thanks for coming along.
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