It’s Mother’s Day in America. It’s a day, while not a legal holiday, that is set aside to honor Mothers, in general, and our own in particular.
It has always been a difficult day for me, having been a physically and emotionally abused child, my memories of having been mothered, except for the first four years with TaTa Helen and Uncle Rudy, are not good ones. My birth mother and I did not have an almost reasonable mother/son relationship until I was in my late thirties. It took her all that time to decide to extend a willingness to try.