We celebrated with my mom on Saturday. My sister and I took her to lunch. It was nice, it was hard but I managed to make it through.
I had meant to pick out a card at Target while I was there earlier in the week, I even procrastinated printing a picture out for the frame I bought. My husband dropped me off at my sisters house, and on the way I picked up a card at Hallmark. WOW, swoosh, kicked in the gut as I read the Mothers Day cards from a daughter. Panic time, I started sweating, looking around to see if anyone was watching me furiously picking up cards, reading the first sentence, and putting it back. My husband was waiting in the car, as I read faster and faster. Mad at myself for somehow conveniently forgetting to pick one out at Target. I had to convince myself that it was OK to pick out a card that was not completely true. That it didn't matter, not really. So I picked a card, that talked about how important a mothers love is. I should have made my own card, picked a picture from years ago and cut, pasted and decorated it, allowing me to just say, "Happy Mothers Day" instead.
I signed the card, "Love Cathy" and felt unsure. Love. Love is a big word. Again talked myself into feeling OK inside, thinking it doesn't matter what I really feel. Its just a card.
The day went by, no major issues. We did some shopping. My sister bought some pants. I bought some shoes. We had our waiter take a picture of the three of us. I cannot deny the fact that I was glad the day was over, when it was over. The picture is good, in my opinion. I tried to scoot down to look smaller. My sister is a clone of my mom. Even their body type, their skin, hair, etc. Not everything is the same. I did not feel super exposed, like I was the 3rd wheel this time. I think its about how I feel inside, not because of what they have said or done. Simple things maybe others would not even notice to begin with. I told mom about my blog, and about some of the things I feel inside which are a result of years of trials. I think telling her has taken its toll on her, and although I realize she does know these things already, they have not been taken out of the dust pan and looked at. So in a way, its like she doesn't know what "IS." Its important that I tell her how I feel, and to talk about the reasons why our relationship has been strained for my entire life. Again, she does know these truths, but she has hidden them from herself, and pretended all is OK for so long, its difficult to grasp whats real when you've lied for so long.
I will always long for my mom. A woman that brushes my hair, adores me and makes me feel as though I am the most important thing in her life. How I have always wanted her to choose me, instead of others. Quite an irony, that I was chosen, and still at age 50 yearn to be chosen. I wish there was a way to go back in time, for her to take back all of the things that have happened, and to change the current status of our relationship. The behaviors I've dealt with continue today, so its an on going struggle.
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