Mother's Day, it will be here before we know it. I miss my Mom and I suspect I will the rest of the days of my life. She didn't like me or so it seemed to me and my sister-in-law confirmed that and further told to stay away from Mom. I didn't stay away and Mom and I became best of friends. The last 20 years of her life we went to breakfast and shopping nearly every Saturday. I am glad I didn't let my ego come between us because I am so blessed to have been friends with Mother.
The flip side of Mother's Day is Adam, my oldest son and middle child. I don't recall the last time he spoke to me on Mother's Day. I would guess 20 to 25 years ago. He chose to go the route of drugs and alcohol. After numerous hospitalizations I was advise to kick him out. He had quit school and was 18 so out he went. It killed me to do that but I was told it was the only way to send Adam a "wake up call". I have only seen him a few times since that day. He used to call once in awhile homeless and needing money. The last time he called for money I told him that I am broke and have nothing left to give. He has never called me again.
And so on Mother's Day I wish and I wait. I wish I could call my Mom. I wait for calls from my children. Trisha usually calls me first. Jim almost always calls in the afternoon, if he is able. And I wait for my beautiful son Adam to call me. And I cry because the phone doesn't ring. But once again, this year, I will wait and I will hope.