I feel like I have spent a lot of time talking about this lately to different people, but it is something I cannot help, but think about. It is about my mom. For those of you that know my mom - You know she is slightly crazy, but she is one of the most kind-hearted people that I know. My mom used to drive my completely crazy when I was growing up and still lived with my parents, but as I have gotten older I have realized how much I love my mom and that if she could give me the world, she would. She has gotten really mixed up in her life and it really hurts me to see her that way. It is something that I never talk about. My mother has done some really bad things and people think that those things do not carry any excuse, but they do. My mother is sick - she has a chemical imbalance, so sadly, she does not understand what is and is not normal. I am kind of distant from my mother and for that, I am sorry. She is my mother, she brought me into this world and she is part of the reason I am who I am today. My grandparents took a great deal in raising me and for that I am thankful, but no one could replace a mother. Thinking about my mom really brings tears to my eyes. I love her and I do not tell her enough. She needs to hear that. I need to talk to her more often. When she calls me, I need to answer the phone and call her back when I say I will. There are so many things I need to do. I realized how much I really loved my mom when I moved to Washington. She wrote me a letter and it really changed my thinking...
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