Re: My mom being angry at me
Posted: December 15th, 2022, 7:48 pm
This is so very interesting for me to read my friend.
I recall the phone would ring and my mum would say ‘ya me here’. Every time. Not much would be said as it wasn’t always productive conversations.
Until time started to run out. The dreaded feeling of time slipping away and that time the calls would stop.
Going back to a day I recall being in a supermarket shopping, Matt was 3years old. I got home and parked in the shed. I heard the phone ringing (starting to cry now typing this) I recall the ring ring, Matt was in his car seat car full of groceries and I dashed into the bedroom to grab the phone beside the bed. It must of rung maybe over eight rings. I put the phone to my ear and I remember it’s grey with the curly wire thing. It was my mum, I don’t recall the ‘ya me here’. I heard ‘I love you’. That was the first time I ever heard those words Manuel Moe. I was twenty something and I heard her say them to me for the first time. I knew then she was dying, she knew she was dying. It was way to late, why didn’t she say them when I fell over as a child, when she dropped me off places and when she left me at the kindergarten wire gates as I hurt so badly watching her leave me there.
That phone call changed my life. It changed me as a mother and I’m sure your mothers behaviour changes you as a father. As a friend to a friend, never stop all the calls, yes limit them but the ones you do make please make them productive, healthy and worthwhile.
From a friend to a friend, you have my support know matter what decisions you make but please think with kindness, compassion and protection for your own wellbeing. Take a break yes, just don’t cut the cord unless she is a serial killer or licks other peoples windows!
I recall the phone would ring and my mum would say ‘ya me here’. Every time. Not much would be said as it wasn’t always productive conversations.
Until time started to run out. The dreaded feeling of time slipping away and that time the calls would stop.
Going back to a day I recall being in a supermarket shopping, Matt was 3years old. I got home and parked in the shed. I heard the phone ringing (starting to cry now typing this) I recall the ring ring, Matt was in his car seat car full of groceries and I dashed into the bedroom to grab the phone beside the bed. It must of rung maybe over eight rings. I put the phone to my ear and I remember it’s grey with the curly wire thing. It was my mum, I don’t recall the ‘ya me here’. I heard ‘I love you’. That was the first time I ever heard those words Manuel Moe. I was twenty something and I heard her say them to me for the first time. I knew then she was dying, she knew she was dying. It was way to late, why didn’t she say them when I fell over as a child, when she dropped me off places and when she left me at the kindergarten wire gates as I hurt so badly watching her leave me there.
That phone call changed my life. It changed me as a mother and I’m sure your mothers behaviour changes you as a father. As a friend to a friend, never stop all the calls, yes limit them but the ones you do make please make them productive, healthy and worthwhile.
From a friend to a friend, you have my support know matter what decisions you make but please think with kindness, compassion and protection for your own wellbeing. Take a break yes, just don’t cut the cord unless she is a serial killer or licks other peoples windows!
