As a kid I would give her hand made cards that had real flower petals glued half way down. There would be around 5-6 petals and all had something I'd be willing to do for her written underneath. She was supposed to pick them and I'd do that chore. She never responded or took it seriously. I tried this a few times before I gave up and just did the normal generic Happy Mother's day, but in small print I'd write something passive aggressive like, if you really were my mother I would mean it, and other such comments that increased in venom as I got older.
Happy Mother's Day -- thanks for carrying me for 9 months. Sorry you didn't get what you wanted, but then again neither did I.
I clearly remember one M'sD (I was around 11) my older sister and brother took her out to lunch. They left me behind to watch my nephew. I didn't know they were going out to celebrate Mother's Day till they got back with balloons and cards. It's true that I wouldn't have wanted to go with them, but to not even tell me about it was a level of hurt (especially on my sister's part) that I had a hard time stomaching. My sister had not always been a great supporter, but she didn't actively try to hurt me most of the time (till then). She was more patronizing in that older sister way, but not usually hurtful.
My mother died in 2001, may she RIP. I'm still confused about how I feel about that. Even when I first learned she died, there was this 'nothing' feeling inside. I didn't care; wasn't happy or sad or anything. I took a breath and waited to see if something would come up. Nothing ever did.
Happy Mother's Day -- thanks for carrying me for 9 months. Sorry you didn't get what you wanted, but then again neither did I.
I clearly remember one M'sD (I was around 11) my older sister and brother took her out to lunch. They left me behind to watch my nephew. I didn't know they were going out to celebrate Mother's Day till they got back with balloons and cards. It's true that I wouldn't have wanted to go with them, but to not even tell me about it was a level of hurt (especially on my sister's part) that I had a hard time stomaching. My sister had not always been a great supporter, but she didn't actively try to hurt me most of the time (till then). She was more patronizing in that older sister way, but not usually hurtful.
My mother died in 2001, may she RIP. I'm still confused about how I feel about that. Even when I first learned she died, there was this 'nothing' feeling inside. I didn't care; wasn't happy or sad or anything. I took a breath and waited to see if something would come up. Nothing ever did.