A special day for many, but for many it is not a day they choose to remember or take part in for many different personal reasons, maybe your mother is no longer here, maybe she was never in your life to begin with, maybe she chooses to leave your life or was a terrible mother in many senses of words.
For myself, my mother who I love and loved as she passed away in December 2015, making an impact in my life like no other, she self-sacrifice, her love and her struggles. Mom always seemed to struggle in life and not with drugs and/or alcohol but financially, being on the strict budget, not making very much at times, but always there as she would often work at our elementary school and high school as a teacher’s aid. Unfortunately, due to what I would think was a low salary depended on her father, my grandfather who I have nicknamed the devil, as we were under his rulership for most of my childhood and teenage years and even into adulthood, mom lived under his rulership until she died. Although we didn’t have money, she always provided food, clothes, time and love for my sister and I, which is all that mattered.
Today Mother’s Day has a different meaning as I am married with a daughter of my own Mikaylah to my Wife and Mother Delia whom I love and cherish. She is an incredibly mother, loving stern at times, but giving, sacrificial working a thankless part time job at McDonalds, who is often unappreciated, spoken down to , mistreated by her co-workers and managers, but she does it for the love of me and our daughter, something I don’t think I could do in the sense of working in a place so horribly mistreated. Yes, she will leave eventually, but she is a trooper, a soldier in the battle of fast food, forgotten, but not by me and our daughter because we know her sacrifice. My wife deserves the best in this world, gold, riches and flowers on this day but unfortunately I am only able to get her cards and flowers, which may seem like its enough and it’s the thought that counts, which is true, but again she deserves so much more for what she does for our daughter each day and I love her for that.
I think I have to remember that at times I could be really judgmental to my own mother but putting my sister and I in a hell house, but I know she did her best to protect us, keep us sheltered and fed but it came at a huge cost. For many out there, maybe you HATE your mother, which Is hard for me to fathom, remembering that a mother is a person, a human being, deserving compassion, but again its hard to imagine as I know there are many horrible mothers out and have seen and met many of them, but in the remembering you, the child are a gift, despite your mothers failures. This Mother’s Day, try not to hold on to that hate, anger, disappointment because again your mother is human and we all fail, some royally fail at the most important job given to them, that goes for fathers too, but that I will save for Father’s Day.
If your mother is in your life, love her, cherish her, tell her every single damn day, because frankly you never know when she may not be there. This day always brings me pain, knowing my mother was only 56 when she passed, taken from me too soon, anger at times that I see others who get to keep their mothers until old age, sharing holidays, birthdays and celebrations watching their grandkids grow up, something my daughter will never know. But I can save my festering for another day.
God Bless all the moms out there!
Joe Meyers Adventures 