Mother's Day is a special day. It really IS.
Good, Bad. Indifferent. Whatever.
Was just sittin' outside under that beautifull full moon outside. Did ya see it, y'all? Amazing how the brightness blooooooooms out, lighting up everything. Thank you, Mother Nature and Father Sky! Wow. And as I was sittin' out there, I thought about us Mothers. I'm smiling as I write this. The moon shined his/her light on my face and I felt happiness. I'm a Mama. Wow. What a gift. Another ray of moonshine kissed my cheek. I smiled. I am a Grandmama. Tears filled my eyes, and my heart got heavy. Is there any greater love?
This year is a special Mama's Day for me. I hope it is for you too.
I am sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo fucking happy in my life. I'm with my Sammy girl and my precious grandbaby RJ. Ain't much money, who the fuck cares.......but there sure is a whole lotta family and love. MY CUP RUNNETH OVER. It's a weird one too. though. I see happiness and love, my cup runneth over, I'm right where I'm supposed to be, but...I also feel contrast and contention, I feel love, I feel happiness, I feel joy and sorrow, sadness and loss. Not just for me. Not just for me. I've been having much battle with my Mom. I love my mom. The full moon shined on my face tonight and I reached out my heart over the thousands of miles and I said:
"Mom? Mom? I love you. I'm sorry you feel I'm such a freak. I'm sorry you hate my burner life. I'm sorry you hate my burner friends. I'm sorry you always hated ever man I dated. (I didn't! WOO HOO!!
) I wish you could accept me just the way I fucking am. I love you, anyway, even if you do feel the way you do about me. I'm sorry you don't feel I'm perfect or whatever. I can't be perfect, Mom! I'm not. Not the perfect you want me to be, anyway. I love you. I really do. I'm always gonna love you. Why you had to lie about me to everyone out there, I dunno. I didn't steal your jewelry. Why do you push me out of your life all the time? Why, Mom? Why do you hate me? Ya know what, Mom? I'm happy right now. I'm glad we're 3000 miles away. My friends love me. I love me. My daughter loves me and baby RJ loves me. The sky and sunshine love me. It don't get much better than this, Mom. I am me, and that's all I need to be, Blessed Be........and now I am gonna hit SUBMIT and send
this out to the world, feeling peace within me.........
No comments or nothing.
Today I will celebrate my Sammi being a new Mommy. She fucking ROCKS!!!!
Today I will celebrate baby RJ's Mee-Mee Aileen.
Today I will celebrate Great Grandma Maxine in Red Bluff.
Today I will celebrate all of my girlsfriends who are grandmas and mommys.
Today I will celebrate ME being a happy grannypoo.
Today I will also celebrate Life and Happiness.
Some Moms go away, though. We miss them. Some dads go away. I don't know what that's like when a Mom goes yet, but I DO remember what I did the first year my Dad wsa gone in 1980. Call me silly. Call me whatever. I felt like Mighty Woman that Father's Day. I went to Lowe's amd bought myself some power tools. I bought a circular saw, a drill, Some kind of drilly fucking carving thing, and a 15 piece screwing thing.... It made me feel good again. That day? I felt when I checked out at the checkstand my Dad was doing the Ozz devil sign saying, ""YEAH GIRL !!! WORK THOSE POWER TOOLS!!!!"
Happy Mama's Day.
So, like OK, iffin' we don't have a Mama right here, right now...
GO DO SOMETHING GOOD FOR YOU!!
I'm gonna buy a bouquet of flowers. I'm making lemon cupcakes right now at 4:00am in the morning. Chocolate frosting.
I'm a good Mommy.
So are a lot of us.
Don't let the bad Mommys bring you down.
edited because I am really anal about my spelling. PHUCK!!!!
