Mother’s Day: Feeling Complicated

Mother’s Day is coming soon. In my youth, my relationship with her was always somewhat complicated. It was a mix of love and hate, tenderness and anger, empathy and misunderstanding. Often times I felt like I was running out of breath and nauseous while floundering through that tepid, vexing mud. I wanted to get out of that cursed lake and never return. And I did.

It’s been a while since I saw her. What I know now, at this point of my life as a young husband and father, is that nobody, nobody is perfect. I must not forget that. I don’ think I am ready to return yet, and neither is she ready at this stage to accept me back into her life, but I can at least send off a blue bird to the lakeshore.

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