Now that I’m an adult I understand my mother better.
I was raised by her and when I was young, I thought she made so many mistakes. Now that I’m older I can see her choices for what they were …. the least of the two evils. We had a lot of love in our house, but not much else. We usually had a roof and food on the table but that meant that luxuries such as new clothes and enrichment classes were out.
I wonder what my son will think of my choices.
Maybe I’m not a good mother.
Maybe we don’t have enough money.
Maybe I don’t play with him enough.
Maybe I am not creative enough or focused enough or … enough.
All I can hope is that he is able to see my trying to provide for him and care for him the best that I can. I hope he will know that I love him fiercely and that I tried my best.