On Mother’s Day, expressions of gratitude and cheer rise up for those mothers who could be a mom. Children everywhere salute their moms for all they did and gave in order for their lives to be better.
This leaves out half the children.
We sit here on mother’s day and the cards don’t match our experience, the feelings we have are not written on flowery paper, they have no Brunches for us kids.
Standing once again feeling awkward for not having the Hallmark mom, we again don’t match society’s definition.
It would feel much better if there were two sides of mother’s day, where if you had a mom to cheer, awesome cheer away. But for those of us who survived a childhood with a mother who wasn’t there, than you belong over here.
On this side of mother’s day we will honor you for having the courage to live.
To live when a mother doesn’t see you is painful, it takes a strong person to walk on.
I salute with great admiration all the children who walked on alone and damaged; it is not your fault.
Today own the fact that you are not the reason she is broke, she was broken long before you came along.
Her brokenness was all she could give and your innocence was all you could give, a dance without a happy ending.
If you stay you get broken, if you leave you dance alone but reclaim your innocence.
For children with broken mothers, the best mother’s day is to be alone and separated from our hurtful mothers.
We spare them from giving us more hurt and spare our selves from being hurt. Peace, love and joy are found being motherless.
I M Perfect lady 