Mommy Issues
Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy, and the belief that your parents are perfect; these are the myths of our childhood.
Growing up in a divorced family with two sisters, a mother, and a father who was rarely around was often difficult. Especially considering that I was the child that was supposed to save the marriage, and didn’t. And while my mother would never admitt it, she would see me and be reminded of my father, and unknowingly take it out on me.
As a result I spent all of my teenage years, and the early part of my twenties blaming my mother for every hurtful word she ever said to me.
So I rebelled. I got arrested for stealing, smoked way too much pot, got kicked out of high school three days before graduation, and then the first chance I had, I moved to California.
I was constantly trying to escape my problems whether it was through drugs or distance, I didn’t want to deal with the actualities of my life. And as a result I was unhappy because I had all this pent up anger that I didn’t know how to resolve.
And then sometime before my 25th birthday I came to the realization that my mother was just a person. She wasn’t perfect. She went through a difficult divorce and tried to raise three unaware and unappreciative kids to the best of her ability. Yes, she made mistakes, but we all make mistakes.
And the truth is once I saw her as a person and not some infallible being, I was able to get past my issues, stop blaming her, and love her for the very person she is, my mother.
Happy Mother’s Day Mom, I Love You.
