Old Fools Journal: Mothers Day

Today is mothers day and I am not comfortable. I celebrate my mother on my birthday because that was when she thrust me into this world naked, bloody, screaming, hungry and with no job. Since my life has been mostly good I am grateful for that but if it had been crap I am sure I would have a different opinion. I have been a witness to a crappy life but I, gratefully, have not experienced it. Mom never talked down to me and she never nagged. What a blessing that is, however, it just makes me regret all the things I did that made her unhappy. I remember some of those things but I'm sure there were many others that I don't remember. She bore them with a smile and never a word of complaint or discouragement.

My birthday is a celebration of Mom. mothers day, for me, is longing for things gone past that can never be recovered. Mothers day for those with living mothers is a "whole nother thing" as a friend use to say.

Not all mothers are equal. Some torture and kill their children some are intelligent supermoms that know every answer and are able to apply that. Most however fall in between. The vast majority of moms are not perfect and have great short comings but they work their butts off trying to do the right thing and are willing to die for their children. They do that with great love in their hearts. Now those are MOMS.

I have had three life partners (It use to be called marriage) that were mothers. I am happy to say they were all perfect mothers, at least they seem so to me.

My bride is suffering this mothers day and I can not fix it. Half her children are dead and the rest seem to not care for her at all. Well I care for her and so do her grandchildren but today that does not ease her pain. She is not perfect but she does not deserve this. She has given much more than she has received.

The white carnation is for my mom. The yellow is for my sweetheart.