I Missed Mother’s Day. Again.
I didn’t call my mother for Mother’s Day today. It’s not that I didn’t want to. We just haven’t spoken for a while. I’ve been busy with my family and work and building the legacy she always wanted for me. So she understands. I think. Like I said, we haven’t spoken much. I mean, I’ve said, I love you to her, and I like to think she hears it when I say it. It makes me feel better. I’d like to hear her say it back, but it’s been so long now I have resolved that I will just never hear it again. I’m okay knowing that but I’m not okay with it.
My mother, despite her social nature doesn’t have social media, so I stopped posting to and about her a few years ago. If I can’t find a way to tell her I love her, why does everyone else get to hear it from me when I can’t even say it to her?
Someday when enough time has passed, and all that has needed to happen has happened, I’ll
Be able to wish her a happy Mother’s Day as we hold hands and look down over all that she is matriarch over and together we can watch the generations thrive and prosper and most importantly, love.