for the ladies with the babies

we're trying

This post is for the people who have the babies:

Moms.

Women.

But more specifically one woman, my mom.

Thanks for your efforts!

We’re all trying too.

These posts are supposed to go out in the morning, but this one is dedicated to my poor dear mother so of course I’m late.

My poor dear mother.

She had me for a son.

My poor dear mother wanted to make nice photos.

I wanted to make ugly faces.

My poor dear mother wanted nice family dinners

I have never been able to behave

My poor dear mother wanted love, reassurance and safety. My poor dear mother wanted to know that I was going to be ok.

I have lived the kind of life such that I’m surprised that my behaviour hasn’t lost all of her hair due to worry.

My poor dear mother always sees that other people have their needs met.

And me?

I’ve been trying to be more loving and attentive.

This year for mother’s day, I thought about it.

Most mothers days I would manage a card to her by sundown. Then, I moved away. Once I moved away and stopped paying attention to a…