If you’ve read my Dear Mom post, you know I haven’t spoken to her in over five years.
Today is her birthday. I’m not a big fan of mushy, gooey greeting cards saying things we don’t mean in a flowery poem. I always try to be honest even when I choose a card. I try to be true to the realities of the relationship.*
So, I have no flowery poem or gooey mush.
I am thankful that she gave me life. My life is good in spite of, and because of, its scars. I am thankful that I can share my story. I am thankful mom can have a good relationship with my youngest brother and his family.
I can say, in all honesty, I wish her a blessed day today.
*So it goes without saying that if you ever get a card from me, it will be real and not mushy.