Tonight I went out with the girls to see the movie Bad Moms. Absolutely hilarious, loved the message it sent. I loved every moment of that movie and how it portrays how hard we moms have it.
At the end of the film, the cast was talking with their moms, sharing stories from their childhoods. It was cute and funny and I found myself thinking, how would this work if one of the girls had lost their mom? I watched the banter between mother and daughter and smiled.
Then one of the mom’s started tearing up and saying that she was so proud of her daughter as a mother. She said that she was a great mom. Such a simple, beautiful statement. It nearly broke me in two as I realized that I will never hear those words from my own mom.
It’s been over twenty years and I am still shocked at how hard this hit me. It was like a punch to the gut, realizing there was still more that I have missed. I have been walking around for so long with this gaping wound on my heart and it was like someone sticking their finger in it. Nothing has affected me as much as this has in so long.
It reminded me that no matter how normal I think I am, all it takes is a little trigger to remind me of all that I’ve lost. It’s not as if I’ve ever forgotten my son or my mother, quite the opposite actually. We talk about them all of the time in my house. It’s more that I realized again how much was missing from my life.
I’ve cried buckets of tears over me not having a mom, over my children not having a grandma. There are a million times that I wanted her here to fix things, like moms do, especially when my son died. But I never once thought about how much I needed to hear from her that I’m doing a good job. It never even occurred to me until tonight.
One of the lines in the movie is that parenting is so hard because you don’t know if you’ve done a good job until the kids are grown up and then it’s too late. My mom never got to see what strong, independent daughters she raised. She never got to see me as a mom.
I forgot how awful this feels. I can’t believe that something so simple can turn me into a puddle so quickly. So much of my life lately has been centered around the kids and I think that I sometimes forget that I need to take a break to check in with myself and see where I’m at. And when I don’t, tonight happens.
I know it will never end, but when it hasn’t happened in awhile, it takes me a moment to catch my breath. I wish that I could tell her what a good job she did. I wish that I could tell her that I had a really happy childhood because of her. I mostly just wish I could hug her and feel just for that one moment that everything would be ok again.