Momma Day Blues

Mother's Day was yesterday. Since I know for a fact that a least two moms read my posts, let me take time to say "Happy Mother's Day". & if it applies to you, it's yours as well.

With that said, let me just get this off of my chest (no Janet Jackson). I sent my mom a card via my Pops, but no phone calls. We don't get along, & coincidentally had an argument Saturday morning that I know that I didn't start. That, compounded with the fact that the last time I saw her we had an argument, again that I did not start, & I found myself hard-pressed to call her & tell her anything aside from "kiss my ass".

Now, the reason that I said "get this off of my chest" is because it bothers me that she makes me feel so angry that I wouldn't at least want to spread some love her way on a day intended for her. I'm sure some of you have this type of mom; one of those super-mom, single parent, against all odds moms that holds you down no matter the circumstance. Well, not me. My Mom pretty much pushed me out & passed me off to my Dad, which wasn't hard because they're still married, so he was just in the other room.

I wasn't even that bad of a kid. I waited until my adult years to start whylin', & even then it wasn't that bad; I've never been arrested & only had one child situation out of wed lock (even though they're twins, it's still one pregnancy). So, that alone sets me apart from literally thousands of "kids". Yet & still, for reasons unknown, I'm treated like I tried to kill her dog(s).

I've attempted to reconcile numerous times, half of which I didn't even know what I was apologizing for. I would just see some movie/TV show & think about how cool it would be if I had that kind of mom. Subsequently calling her in hopes of rekindling some bond which, for the most part, never actually existed. But, No Dice. Ever. So, I give. I concede. She won. I won't be bothering her anymore with that bothersome "hey, but I'm your son" rhetoric.

So, as much as I would like to have that TV mom that has my back, it's not going to happen. God speed to her though, because at some point in her life, she's going to have the realization that she alienated quite a few key people from her life. I'm not really the forgiving type. In my opinion, when Jesus turned the other cheek, he bid his rival a "farewell", & walked away leaving them to fend for themselves. So, that's what I do. I may forgive, but surely will never forget. I wonder how many of her relatives & friends will be so generous with their feelings when that day arises.

What I did do, though, is make sure that my wife had the best day in May. She deserved it. & from what I gathered, she enjoyed her day extensively. I even went with her to this crowded as Mexican restaurant to get some of these hot wings that she swears by. It was like a hundred people in there, & I don't do well in crowds. I more or less hate people, so that may have been the most meaningful gift I gave her. Okay, maybe it was the jewelry, but I was trying to make a point.

So, I may be a day late, but Happy Mother's Day to my readers who went through all that abdominal/vaginal pain to bring us into the world. & be nice to your kids every once in awhile. Remember, as much as we appreciate you bringing us into the world, we didn't ask you to, so the respect has to go both ways.