beatonna:
Happy Mother’s Day!
I often portray my mom as a timid lady, because she is so loving and sweet. But she’s tough too, she tried very hard to give us every opportunity in a small place, without much. My mother is the one who has believed in my abilities the longest, and the fiercest, and for that I owe her everything.
In this particular exchange, she also showed me that people’s talent may not always be what it appears to be to others, and that we all may have a greatness in us that not everyone can see.
Remember to call your mother today. She loves you.
mokey-mokey:
you know, this was a super sweet post until you told me to call my mom.
not everyone’s mom loves them. my mom beat the shit out of me, called me fat, watched my dad rape me when i was three and then left for four years. don’t fucking tell my mom loves me. i will never call her again.
i’m glad you have a nice mom that you like to call on mother’s day but i’m not the only one who doesn’t. please don’t go around telling people their mom loves them. you don’t know anything about those peoples’ moms.
junglr:
I love that some people’s moms love them. I want to believe that it happens out there in real life, because I have literally never met a mother who wasn’t abusive to her child/ren in some way.
I work in customer service, and all day I’ve had to put up with people “reminding” me to wish my mother a happy mother’s day. What if my mother was a violent drunk? What if she disowned me when I was fourteen to live on the streets? What if she never told me anything but how worthless I was, and how much I embarrassed her? What if she was an egocentric rageaholic who only taught me how to quit at the first sign of resistance.
And worse, the usual shitty parents come in and yell at their kids for no reason (there’s never an excuse, but I’m talking about literally no provocation whatsoever, just out of nowhere yelling at their kid, for nothing, for standing where they’re standing, for happening to glance at candy. And I watch kids get confused, hurt, frustrated, and I can’t say anything because the slightest hint that someone disapproves of their abuse and they fly off the handle screaming, and I’m the one who gets in trouble for starting an argument while on the clock. Because that behavior is accepted, handwaved, ignored. It’s enough to make me cry any other day of the year, but today this same shit is turned up to 10 and accompanied by choral rounds of “happy mother’s day!”
Mother’s Day can fuck itself. But if my mom’s behavior is “love” then that shit is poison and I want nothing to do with it.
And if you actually have a good mom, chances are you toast her qualities without needing to be prompted to do so by a greeting card company or whatever.
Actually I take that back, because I like the IDEA of a day to celebrate the idea of motherhood. Just maybe everyone could be less presumptuous about a really sensitive topic, on this particular day at the very least.
‘Cause it really sucks for those of us without moms, whatever the reason.
(via mokey-mokey)
Source: beatonna