Derailed by Mom Issues:
With the passing of this past Mother’s Day, I had been inspired to hash out a couple things in a new blog post. However, I felt like there was so much I have in my head to say, that all the ideas trip over one another. I have no clear train of though, because I can’t complete any. This is what my mom does to me. I feel every emotion flood into my head, and nothing all at the same time. I’ve had three thoughts in my head, regarding my mom, but they continue to interrupt one another. Since I can’t get the finished thoughts out of my head, I will get them away from having to keep looking at them in order to finish them.
This idea I kept coming back to, but it forces me to rethink about a time period that was really rough, and took my wife and I a few years to get beyond. I had three other ideas I may revisit someday, but I don’t like thinking about thins that are upsetting to me, and my mother is just that.
I am the youngest of seven, and I work with students who sometimes either can’t talk, or not very well. I see the world the way a behaviorist does; what you DO is who you ARE. To quote rapper DMX, “Talk is cheap!”. I come from an eloquent, well-spoken, educated, and persuasive family. I was fooled into thinking a lot of things growing up, and even though our words can be counter to our core character, our actions can only be counter to that core for so long. A little bit of adversity, and I learned who my family really was, and who I really was.
While he was yet speaking to the multitudes, behold, his mother and his brethren stood without, seeking to speak to him. And one said unto him, Behold, thy mother and thy brethren stand without, seeking to speak to thee. But he answered and said unto him that told him, Who is my mother? and who are my brethren? And he stretched forth his hand towards his disciples, and said, Behold, my mother and my brethren! For whosoever shall do the will of my Father who is in heaven, he is my brother, and sister, and mother.
A Very Long Engagement
In the Summer of 2003 I proposed to my wife. In the time from that day until our wedding the following Summer, we experienced a lot of turmoil from external forces. Just to give you an idea about what happened in the 12 month engagement aside from the usual wedding preparations: I visited her fam in Ecuador, returned to learn that my mom and step-dad were trying to use their influence in our church to stop our wedding, one of my brothers jumped on the band wagon, I tried to appease the situation by making him my Best Man, he agreed, later decided to cuss out my fiancé over the phone and said he wouldn’t be a part of my wedding, My mom made a plea to me not to marry my wife, My fiancé and I went to counseling to deal with this situation, I met my BioDad, I did not invite my mother to a wedding she did not want to occur, she still did not show up, we had a beautiful wedding with 400+ in attendance, an amazing reception where we danced until almost midnight, and will be married for 7 years this Summer. That’s the engagement in a nutshell.
Mom is MIA
Throughout the entirety of my engagement, and on the day of my wedding, I struggled with the loss of relationship with my mother. Even though I was closer to my Step-Dad, it is the relationship with my mom I feel that she cheated me out of. Because if the way she raised me, and the things she said to me, I assumed that she would be a great mother-in-law and grandmother, ultimately. I still have a hold-out for my kids to know their grandmother, but I won’t force ANY negative influence into their lives. I grew up with a mother who was very strong and determined it’s where I get those qualities), but the reality is closer t insecure and confused. I don’t know if I will ever get a chance to talk with the strong woman who raised me; I think she is gone from me forever.
The Mother of MY Children
The idea of mother, when i think about what I think it should be, and what I experience, they do not always match up. As a mother, would you tell your child that they were an accident, almost aborted, conceived in hate? Of course not, because you are most likely a well-adjusted individual. My wife is constantly amazed at the miracle that is our children. She is awe-struck an the idea that these two beautiful being are the product of us. She is protective, she builds them up, she teaches them, she trains them, she disciplines them, she is creative in how she interacts with them. She is an amazing mother. I hope to talk her into writing on this blog one day [fingers crossed]. I never have, and I never will have any fears about my kids when they are with their mother.
I love my wife. When I see the things she does for our kids, I don’t wish that I had those things from my own mother. However, I do wish she was able to be around to be those things for her grandchildren.
I live two miles from my mom, and we’re worlds apart.