muttmeister
Well-Known Member
Mothers Day has been one of my least favorite holidays ever since I had kids. My relationship with my kids has not been something to celebrate. In fact, my mother was talking with my aunt last week and the aunt said that she was glad I was enjoying my grandkids because she thought I reallly didn't enjoy my kids very much.
What was to enjoy? I feel like I was living with 
for all of those years.
However, maybe there is hope for some of us. difficult child#2 and grandkids are gone to visit daughter-in-law's family in OK. So difficult child#1 invited us (Me and my mother) to his place for the big day. His girlfriend is not on good terms with her mother and her dad sexually abused her when she was little so she really has no family to invite. She does have two daughters, ages 2 and 7. I've only been to their place (110 miles away) once before so I wasn't sure what to expect, except that difficult child is doing MUCH BETTER than he's ever done in his life before. So we got there and he greeted us at the door wearing a shirt and tie. The little girls were all dressed up cute. His girlfriend was dressed nicely; she had made wonderful twice baked potatoes and a veggie and difficult child barbecued steaks for us. Then we sat around and visited (this from a kid who thought I was too stupid to communicate with for at least 20 years of his life). Eventually difficult child and I went to where he works (BUilders Warehouse: it is like HOme Depot or Lowes) and helped me pick out two new windows for my sun room. He loaded them into the car and we went back to their place. For supper he drove us to a wonderful local Mexican restaurant and we ate there, in spite of the fact that I really didn't need to eat again. He had two drinks so he had me drive them back home: he says at his new job he will get fired if he has a DUI and they have random drug tests so there will be no pot smoking either. He is happy with his job and does not want to mess it up. We didn't start home till about 8:30 and I have to say, it was a wonderful day. He was kind, considerate, he made sensible conversation, and not a harsh word was spoken all day. I think maybe he was cloned by aliens but that's OK, I'll take it.
Just thought those of you who had a not-so-good day might like to hear that difficult children can sometimes straighten out. Those of you who have been here for a long time know that none of us held much hope of him ever doing anything except spending time in jail. He was definitely a hard case and there were days I wasn't sure I'd live long enough to see him grow up. I was even afraid for awhile that he might come in in the night and murder me in my bed. He was not a borderline case. But, right now, I'm happy and proud to be his mother.
Now, if I could just do something about the other one.......
What was to enjoy? I feel like I was living with for all of those years.However, maybe there is hope for some of us. difficult child#2 and grandkids are gone to visit daughter-in-law's family in OK. So difficult child#1 invited us (Me and my mother) to his place for the big day. His girlfriend is not on good terms with her mother and her dad sexually abused her when she was little so she really has no family to invite. She does have two daughters, ages 2 and 7. I've only been to their place (110 miles away) once before so I wasn't sure what to expect, except that difficult child is doing MUCH BETTER than he's ever done in his life before. So we got there and he greeted us at the door wearing a shirt and tie. The little girls were all dressed up cute. His girlfriend was dressed nicely; she had made wonderful twice baked potatoes and a veggie and difficult child barbecued steaks for us. Then we sat around and visited (this from a kid who thought I was too stupid to communicate with for at least 20 years of his life). Eventually difficult child and I went to where he works (BUilders Warehouse: it is like HOme Depot or Lowes) and helped me pick out two new windows for my sun room. He loaded them into the car and we went back to their place. For supper he drove us to a wonderful local Mexican restaurant and we ate there, in spite of the fact that I really didn't need to eat again. He had two drinks so he had me drive them back home: he says at his new job he will get fired if he has a DUI and they have random drug tests so there will be no pot smoking either. He is happy with his job and does not want to mess it up. We didn't start home till about 8:30 and I have to say, it was a wonderful day. He was kind, considerate, he made sensible conversation, and not a harsh word was spoken all day. I think maybe he was cloned by aliens but that's OK, I'll take it.
Just thought those of you who had a not-so-good day might like to hear that difficult children can sometimes straighten out. Those of you who have been here for a long time know that none of us held much hope of him ever doing anything except spending time in jail. He was definitely a hard case and there were days I wasn't sure I'd live long enough to see him grow up. I was even afraid for awhile that he might come in in the night and murder me in my bed. He was not a borderline case. But, right now, I'm happy and proud to be his mother.
Now, if I could just do something about the other one.......
(and I DO NOT cry easily).
