Mornings, Mourning, And Mother's

This past year has found me more and more finding mornings I am not sure I want to face.

The mundane and obvious tasks of making dinners and doing chores with little to no help whilst feeling insane?

Not exactly enticing.

Yeah, so l instead supplement my depression and frustration with Netflix and Tik Tok.

Or, the usual calls that someone has forgotten their own life's needs that I need to deliver, (bathing suits, track shoes, etc) while I am still waiting for someone to deliver me the life I deserve, and to give me the things I need when I want them; but I will forever be your door dash kids; without question.

Not to worry.

Until I can find that happy medium, I will hold my breath for Mother's day, but not long enough to die; because if that was the case there's not enough money for a funeral, and you kids can't cook well enough, and at this point, with my luck, I see myself getting charged with a crime post mortem, haha, terrible joke, but necessary, and probably true at this point, but for what?

I honestly remain clueless, but with a smile.

One day, most likely when I am gone, I hope you remember with happiness, all the pick ups, put downs, and compliments.

The trips, the travels, the laughter and even the occasional tears.

The cheers, the jeers, the advice, and the angst, the love, and the cheerleading I took on for all of you, in your own ways.

The smiles, the frowns, and the upside downs.

The crazy, the casual, and the Cynthia stories.

The heartfelt talks, and those nature walks.

I hope you remember me trying to show you the world through a different lens.

The crafting, the crazy and all of those maybes...

I want for you to know, I was trying to show it to you wholly, while I was breaking over and over again, so that you wouldn't.

So while this Mother's Day approaches, know I lost three.

My first mom, my second mom, and the OG.

While I can never match any of the above (literally) know I will always love you as much as I possibly can.

I look forward to celebrating as long as I don't have to cook, and yes I also would love not to look (at a track meet).

Love you love you love you.

You are all stars, and that is no joke.

The love you have shown me?

Beyond incredible.

The patience you've shared?

I can only hope I have shown you something as immeasurable.

So as Sunday approaches, know we all are in this race together, just bring me a water and a great big umbrella.

HERE IS TO US, and that big ol' gold medal.

HMD.

Xoxo,

M.

P.s.

This gave you a very heavy lead to the most amazing Mother's day card you can make, I'm waiting for your next PR as we speak, so lock in, take that early lead and the baton, and get ready to race.

Just sayin, you got this.

You will always be my first place.