Mom's are tough. They fight for you and want nothing more that for you to be happy. Therefore, they get a day all to themselves, where we celebrate and recognize their awesomeness. So here's to all the mom's out there - Happy Mother's Day!
But sometimes, mothers need more than acknowledgment.
So, it's Mother's Day. No mother should cry on Mother's Day. Mine did though. In the middle of the night I was woken up by my sweet mother who needed my help. Without detail, she was having a hard night. Admittedly, I was not the kindest I could have been... but no words can describe the hurt and the pain that wrenched my heart at seeing her in this state, especially after everything we've been through. Then, waking up this morning and talking with her, she cries again. And my heart is shattered. I am not exaggerating in any way, shape, or form. My heart, in my chest, is heavy and fighting. Not only am I upset that I can't function around all this but that I can't help her. My mom, who has killed herself and fought tooth and nail for us, who is only here because she doesn't want to upset us in that way, who has been my best friend in this world, is in so much pain and is so miserable and I can do not a thing to help her. Happy Mother's Day, right?
But sometimes, mothers need more than acknowledgment.
A bit of background information - I have been home for a little bit more than 2 weeks and my mom's been to the emergency room three times, admitted once, and then back again for tests, so a total of four trips to the hospital. That and a court date (not mine, but for which I was present) make these last two weeks just incredible!
So, it's Mother's Day. No mother should cry on Mother's Day. Mine did though. In the middle of the night I was woken up by my sweet mother who needed my help. Without detail, she was having a hard night. Admittedly, I was not the kindest I could have been... but no words can describe the hurt and the pain that wrenched my heart at seeing her in this state, especially after everything we've been through. Then, waking up this morning and talking with her, she cries again. And my heart is shattered. I am not exaggerating in any way, shape, or form. My heart, in my chest, is heavy and fighting. Not only am I upset that I can't function around all this but that I can't help her. My mom, who has killed herself and fought tooth and nail for us, who is only here because she doesn't want to upset us in that way, who has been my best friend in this world, is in so much pain and is so miserable and I can do not a thing to help her. Happy Mother's Day, right?
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