The thing that I wish for the most is to have my health return; for my youngest daughter to know her mother as someone who has the energy to jump in the car and blast off for the mall or beach on five minutes notice and kick up the sand and laugh out loud. I wish that the freedom I once knew and was able to share with the older kids was available, and that my sense of humor was strong enough to overcome her embarrassment and allow her to bring friends home without worrying that I'll fall asleep and moan. or be wearing my cervical collar and too tired to 'rustle' up some teenager food. That I could be the mom who offered to drive again, instead of having to ask everyone else to cover for me or just taking the bus so she doesn't have to 'explain' to her friends why "it's always such a big deal". I wish for her, that life had been a bit easier and for others to be more understanding of how difficult it is to be the youngest child by 18 years, living in an adoptive home, in a predominately caucasian neighborhood without a Mom to run 'buffer' as promised; to have had the extended family I envisioned and worked for. before failing. But wishes are just that , or else
... beggars would ride."

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