The Mother and the Horrible, Awful, No-Good, Terrible Day

Every once in a while, every mother has one of those days.

Those are the days when you cheerfully would give half your life to just skip forward a tad. They, luckily, are mostly rare. When they happen, it feels as though the world is caving in.

There are few remedies for the Horrible, Awful, No-Good, Terrible Day. Other than tincture of time, that is–that one generally works best.

You can crawl into a bathtub with a bottle of wine. That’s a personal favorite around here.

You can head off to the movies or some other form of escapism. May or may not work, depending on the available fare. I don’t recommend tear-jerkers or horror flicks.

Or:

You can call your mom.

My mom and I have a great relationship. We have since I was a teenager. There’s probably nothing I can’t tell her (the fact that she’s a retired ER nurse with a side of Risk Management is a plus on that score).

But mostly? She’s there to be ragged at. The one I bitch to when the world is caving in on me. An office that she handles with dignity, aplomb and a wickedly sarcastic sense of humor.

About a month ago, I had one of THOSE days. And mom was there.

A few days before Mother’s Day, I got a card from my mom. Now, you have to understand, my mom is like me–we aren’t the sentimental types. Gifts often show up by mail order with nary a packing slip of gooey sentimentality. A card was pretty extraordinary by our standards. And she even wrote it herself. No Hallmark stuff here.

She reminded me that I’m a good mom.

I needed that.

Mom sometimes reads this blog–hopefully I can con her into logging into her dial-up today. Because this is my card.

Thanks, Mom.

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11 Comments

That’s sweet. Happy Mother’s Day to you both.

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My two daughters today give my wife (who is their step-mother) a lovely set of gifts. Though she is not their “real” mother, they gave her a token of love and remembrance all the same. I was very proud — Step Mothers are mothers too.

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Okay, I’m jealous. Well, first and foremost, I’m happy for you that you have a great mom relationship, and she gave you a good pat-on-the-back, so to speak. It’s great to hear of family members supporting and encouraging each other; too often you read of the opposite.

But I am jealous, because I don’t have that kind of family. Mother’s Day is made better for me knowing that I escaped being my own mother. Haven’t spoken to mine in years. Having tried to please the narcissistic, abusive woman for thirty-seven years, I feel like I gave it a good try; however, she’s not a “mother,” but a person who gave birth to me. Sad there’s a difference, but, hey, you don’t choose your parents.

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That is very nice. I had a day like that last week.

I’m in Michele’s boat. My mother is a raging alcoholic and toxic to boot. My dad has little use for me because I’m not a boy. I’m lucky to have inlaws who care so much for my husband & my children that they’ll never know what this is like.

For me, mother’s day is realizing how blessed I am as a mother, that I can be a good mother despite what my own mother was/is.

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So I’ll save my sappy “aw” comment then, but I think it’s fantastic that you and your mom have that relationship. My mom and I very much don’t. But luckily I have a sister who serves as a rock during those moments we all have. She can always relate and almost always says the right thing.

Cheesecake for Mother’s Day sounds fantastic btw. ;)

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I think your relationship with your mother, speaks volumes in a non-mushy way. That’s wonderful!
What I was going to say about mine is a combo of what Wendy and Michele above wrote.
I was an emotional mess yesterday while out to lunch with my Hubs and 3 sons after reading what they each wrote to me in cards. My whole world are the four people who live with me. And luckily I have a wonderful MIL and in-laws.

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I think it’s great that you and your mom have such a solid relationship – and what a nice surprise that card was. I’m with Mrs. Bear – I don’t have that sort of relationship with my mom, but have a sister who’s a great rock on a bad day.

And a bubble bath with a bottle of wine? Exactly the kind of remedy for one of those days I do enjoy. ;)

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1) How was GRADUATION????

2) I sooo hope I will have that type of relationship with my girls.

I think Michele PFM (an above commenter) and I had the same mom. (Narcissistic, Borderline and Histrionic) I’ve tried not talking to mine but eventually the guilt has me going back for more. Luckily, I’m adopted. Unfortunately it was by her, but I take great pride in knowing I didn’t stem from her gene pool.

I’m with you on the cards! My mom prefers the book-like Hallmark cards. Hubs and I only do crude humor and few words…. that is IF we even get around to sending cards for anything (usually not). Drives both of our mothers to fury! Hehehe

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Graduation was a boring 2+ hour event with two speakers who spent the entire time reminding the kids that they are graduating into one of the worst economic slumps and therefore job prospects ever. FUN.

Highlighted, of course, by the two and a half seconds that the Engineer was walking across the stage, accepting his not-really-degree (rolled up photo of campus tower with ribbon) with HIGHEST HONORS.

We did have a lovely dinner afterward, wherein the sore throat began to kick in, I thought from yelling so MIL who is nearly deaf could hear the conversation. Not so, since virus threatened to blow out eardrum the next day.

All in all, not really worth the 28 hours of driving to watch 2.5 seconds, but…

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What a lucky woman you are!

I was very fortunate to be blessed with a mother who was my best friend, biggest supporter and the one person in the world who I could always count on to be on my side.

I lost her 23 years ago to breast cancer and have hated mothers day ever since.

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