Father’s day isn’t a favorite of mine. I know my father, he still lives with my mother, but we haven’t had the best relationship since I was a little girl.
He’s a sexist, misogynist, anti-black racist piece of work. I get tired of calling him on his nonsense, so I avoid him.
Anyway, I hope you are having a pleasant day regardless of your parental situation.
My son came home today. He says he had a good time but he cant tell me what he actually did. He tried, but he wasn’t very good at expressing himself verbally today. I just listened and was glad he was back. Normally, I need a break from him but several days is more than enough.
On the other hand, I’m starting to feel a little down. This happens when I spend a lot of time on my own. I enjoy my solitude most of the time, but I had a weird, lonely feeling today. I’m supposed to get some writing done but I’m having trouble finding inspiration.
Maybe I’ll feel better later.
My son left for a week of camp this morning. I was a little nervous but I’m sure he’ll be fine. This is the farthest he’s gone without me and that’s a little jarring. He’s okay. It’s just church camp.
He had a choice between boy scout camp and church camp and he went with church. Shocking, I know. I don’t think there was spiritual reason. Church camp includes more air conditioning and less work; simple as that. I can’t be mad at him.
That said, I’m left with way more time to kill than is good for me. I’ve planned crochet projects, buy that really depends on how I’m feeling that day. If you are the praying sort, put in a good word for me this week.
I’d appreciate it.
I don’t spend enough time with my mother. She isn’t that old and doesn’t need to much help, but I do like when I can help her around the house. Every time I do, I feel as if I gain some secret piece of ancestral knowledge.
My mother is the best cook I know. She’s shared the family cookbook worth me, but I can’t do the recipes justice. There are just some things that over fort years of practice will teach you.
She kind of serves as the family historian as well. Mom knows which cousin comes from which branch of our clan, who got married, who had babies, all that type stuff. Mom is also the person to talk to if you want to know the family gossip.
My mother is amazing and I’ll probably make a better post about her for Mother’s Day. This is just what I can think of while I’m sitting at her kitchen table. I can only hope my own son thinks as highly of me in his adult years.
I made my mother cry a little tonight.
We went out to dinner and I apologized for being an idiot when I was younger. After she asked where this was coming from, I told her that parenthood makes me want to pull my hair out sometimes. She didn’t say anything for a while but I did notice a few tears forming. Mom told me that I didn’t have to apologize, but the gesture was appreciated. I felt better regardless.
My son is at the age where he would forget his own head if it wasn’t attached. He’s managed to lose jackets, shoes, and at least one phone. I spent a good chunk of my afternoon talking to my mother about it and I asked if I was that bad at that age. Her response was…
“Yes, you were. He’s just as much of an airhead.”
I would have been offended, but this is my mother and I needed the perspective. That’s what I get for asking dumb questions.