I love them so much, it hurts sometimes. My children are near their 40s or late 40s. I now have grandchildren. Loving them hurts even more. Where are they now? Well, thank God. They are all doing well and smart enough to have jobs, spouses and children of their own.
I remember, when they were small, I tried to provide them with what I could. I remember having to wear my husband’s boxers, because, I did not have enough money to spend on stuff for me. My children’s needs came first. I had also made a bad choice of marrying this husband, thinking he could help make ends meet. NOT! He was an Alcoholic!
I was too prideful to go and apply for food stamps. I remember I used to work for DHS and they were so prejudiced, they would suggest that they provide proof of this, proof of that. Make sure you investigate the Mexicans, the Blacks, and the Yakima Indians. They keep things from you. I quit within 3 months of employment.
So, I would have rather starved first than go and apply for assistance. I did put my pride aside when one of my kids had to go to go to the hospital. After all, I pay my taxes.
Now on my own, as a single mother raising three children. It was still not easy, I had gotten a good job, but still could not always make ends meet. I remember needing bras, thank God for safety pins.
There had come a time, when food had been scarce. But we made it thru. I am older now. All have had positive results.
I did teach my children that when I get old, to remember to throw some money my way if they can. I taught them so well. They do help out, Bless Their hearts.
Now they live busy lives. Have responsibilities of their own. I have seen that (I have to say) they turned out pretty good. I am very proud of them. I am sure they had to go through some ordeals to go on with their own lives.
I just wish they would see me more often. Or call me once in a while. I have to admit, my youngest daughter calls me often enough, my other two don’t, not like I would like them to.
My oldest has 4 children, understandable. She has a hard job. A husband, husbands demand a lot of attention. She is mainly tired when she wants to call me. I understand that too! No hard feelings.
My middle child, she’s the one that calls me, more often, she lives in Utah, we lived together for a time and this brought us closer together. We used to do everything together. Until she met one of her boyfriends on line, fell in love with him and that’s why she moved to Utah. She moved too far for me.
My Son, he comes with that saying that my Mom would repeat to us “a son is your son, until he meets his wife, a daughter is a daughter for the rest of your life”. Isn’t this the truth! My mom used to say that when her sons would remember her, but they called less and less. My sister-in-law stated, she needed to remind her husband to call mom. How sad but it’s the truth.
At this state of my age. I miss them. Now, I too have started a new life. I am on my second round of my journey. Found a good man. (believe it or not) shocked my kids and grandchildren and some of my friends… Now my life is getting a second wind of life. God Bless us all.