AuntPotato :
I never felt this kind of love from my mom, or my dad. Growing up, all I ever wanted was to be a mom but life got in the way. I was busy supporting myself and trying to make a life for myself when, one miraculous day, I met my husband. Our daughters weren’t born until I was in my mid - late 30’s. I was terrified that I would make the same mistakes with them and be the kind of mother that my mom was to me. Instead, they cracked my heart wide open and took control of everything, from the moment I held them. On Sunday, Mother’s Day, I received this post from my youngest. She’s told me all of this and more in the past but to get this on all days. I wept. Tears of joy, love and gratitude. And maybe a little for that woman who could not bring herself to love her own children, unconditionally, without judgement, without fear of being judged herself. Mom, I’m so sorry that was your reality. I know it was part of a culture you couldn’t control. But I want you to know, we’re all good. We’ve done better. I wish someone had done better for you. I hope you are healed. I hope you can be happy for your children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren. But most of all, I hope you are happy. And at peace.
2026-05-13 03:32:40