It sometimes feels wrong to want that. To hope for it. To expect it. After all, what right to I have? I didn’t raise him. I didn’t kiss his boo boos. I didn’t buy his new school shoes. I can’t help but to imagine huim calling his other mother today. Or taking her out to dinner and I don’t want him to stop doing that. I left him with strangers for 17 years, gave them all my responsibilities and all my joys, and now I want a mother’s day card? – Claud, Musings of the Lame
I could write my own post. I wont. I will share Claud’s post with you as it sums up in many ways my own Mothers day. In a word, for me, conflicted. The last few paragraphs could have been written by me.
I encourage you to read it.