Mother’s Day is an invitation to pretend. Relationships are complicated, even the best ones, and a Hallmark card has never done it for me.
When my blind, cancer-ridden mother was still alive, and I could still see, we would walk through a card store. I would pick out the biggest, mushiest Mother’s Day card I could find, read it to her, have a big hug and a big laugh, and put the card back in the holder. Authentic, yummy, green, and free.
This year I had an epiphany about my relationship with my grown daughter. I think it will be helpful for anyone with children or parents. If you use EFT, you can tap along if it pleases you.
Bless all parents who love their children to madness and are willing to commit to sanity,
Vicki