My mom's birthday was on Friday. While speaking to my lola she asked me if I had called my mom and then said, you should..you know how she is girl..she will be upset if you don't call her. Why do I have to accept how she is? Why is it that we have to accept the faults of people around us? I'm not perfect but I strive to be a better person..if certain people don't we just have to accept that? Why should I? Because she is my mother? I have to accept because of a few hundred bucks she hasn't spoken to me in a year or her grandson? For something she would have blown during bingo in 15 minutes? Why do I have to be accepting of that? I love her and I miss her but I do not feel I should have to pay for her love and attention. I won't do it. In the end it is her loss. If she wants to surround herself with paid affection that is her choice but I am not paying for any ones time. even hers..not matter how much it hurts. I wonder if one day it will be easy for me to turn my back on my son. I don't get it! I don't get people. Will the love and affection I have for Ethan be outweighed by money or pride one day? Will I be that person? God, I hope not. And I hope that he is never asked to accept that from anyone. His mother, grandmother, sisters, or father. I hope he knows that he is worth knowing and being with...because being with him is worth more than any amount of money.
Your Mother is always with you.
She’s the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street.
She’s the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick and perfume that she wore.
She’s the cool hand on your brow when you’re not feeling well.
She’s your breath in the air on a cold winter’s day.
She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow, she is Christmas morning.
Your Mother lives inside your laughter.
And she’s crystallized in every tear drop.
A mother shows every emotion……….. happiness, sadness, fear,jealousy, love, hate, anger, helplessness, excitement, joy, sorrow…..and all the while, hoping and praying you will only know the good feelings in life.
She’s the place you came from, your first home, and she’s the map you follow with every step you take.
She’s your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy.
But nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, not space…….not even death!
And this cake plate with lid..asking price $10..i offered full price..I am a sucker for estate items.
What are the chances that my hsuband would murder me if I decided I like white better than black???
I would like to display Ethan's artwork like this.
I want to change our entry way table to something more like this. Maybe even in a painted wood that isn't black.
Dessert- angel food cake and fresh berries
