Guest guest Posted May 5, 2010 Report Share Posted May 5, 2010 I am on another forum with women who apparently had happy childhoods and ideal moms. One time recently I mentioned some of the difficulty I am facing as my nada's dementia worsens and she pulls more stunts and has moved into a nursing home leaving me to deal with all the legalities and financial aspects of this. One of the women told me to just love her, yada yada. Anyhoo, the following came into my inbox this morning and I just had to share it. It gives me the creeps! And I see it as a perfect example of why it is so difficult to explain to normals about the trouble you have with your parent. Here it is: Your Mother is Always with You She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street. She's the smell of bleach in your freshly laundered socks. She's the cool hand on your brow when you're not well. Your mother lives inside your laughter, She's crystallized in every teardrop... She's the place you come from, your first home... She's the map you follow with every step you take. She's your first love and your first heartbreak... And nothing can seperate you. Not time, not space, not even death will ever seperate you from your mother. You carry her inside of you. Sent from my blueberry. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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