I know we all have different feelings, about the people who brought us into this world. An I will be the first to admit that mine are mixed when it comes to my own mother. On one hand she was loving and the other she was a stranger who was totally lost in rage.
Well, no matter how wronged we are in life, no matter how bad the strife is, we remember that we once ( and still do, somewhere deep down inside) loved the person we knew or know as our mom. How else do their actions cause us so much pain, effect us so much if there was not some love and hope somewhere deep down inside us for them to: change, to love us , to be a parent. We long for what was; was and died, or what was never allowed.
For those of you who still have a mother who is still in this world there is still hope. Hope for change, a future and realization. Unfortunately, my mother realized too late...She died on this day, in 1994 after trying to battle a highly agressive form of cancer. It took her a piece at a time. In the end, the most painful thing was seeing her realize that it was too late to change what was. She realized all that time lost in anger.
All I can say to those whose mom is still here on this earth is not to lose hope.
Xandria