Mother’s Day in Perspective
I’ll admit it, not only was I bratty, I was the “numero uno” BRAT in my family! In my eyes, my mom didn’t know anything and I let her know this every chance I got. They say that you never really appreciate your mom until you become one yourself and then it hits you like a ton of bricks! Whoever They are, they’re pretty smart!
When I was thirty I became a step-mom to two boys and soon thereafter gave birth to a son of my own. Now I was a mother and had to make tough parental decisions just like my mom had done. I found myself thinking, “what would mom do in similar situations?”
If you’re fortunate enough to still have your mom in your life, make sure you let her know how you feel! But don’t let it stop after
Mother’s Day. Your mom worked 360 days a year for you, so why not tell her everyday how grateful you are. Love you, Mom!
We’ve looked at Mother’s Day from all the angles. Tokii has put together a great collection of thoughts, stories and letters about Moms in the 21st century
My Mom! “I can’t live with her and I can’t live without her” I think we’ve all said this at one time or another, right? Well I say this or think it quite often.
We are so glad to have married your sons. They are the love of our lives. However, we are not so sure we are glad to have gotten you in the bargain…
I am not perfect and I will try to take control, offer unsolicited advice, and mother my grandchildren. But guess what? You need me to do all that, because if not, you will mess up…
Food can say “I love you” in a new a fun way. Gentlemen, try a new sweetness.
In particular, one day each year, a stepmom is reminded that her heart is lined by a struggle for acceptance she knows she’ll probably never have
Mother’s Day edition on tokiitales.com brings you real life stories on the different aspects of motherhood
CONFESSIONS OF A MIDLIFE MAMA:
AND THEY LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER
And then reality set in.. and the prince charmings ,the handsome, suave individuals are conceited assholes that treat you like shit. So nope, did not marry one of those, thank god…
CONFESSIONS OF A MIDLIFE MAMA:
HOW DID I GET HERE
Once upon a time, I had sex, a lot of sex, sometimes with the same man… sometimes with different men. But my life and body felt fulfilled… or so I remember…
We were crying because we couldn’t help but notice all the children showing love to their parents. This was our third Christmas without a child of our own. We had been trying for three years to no avail…
Why the sudden rush today? Why the gripping, clawing sensation at my gut at the thought of my innocent child growing up?
The first three months of George living with them were difficult because he missed his birth family. But making the change from fostering to adoption played a big role on their morale…
“Pregnant?” I whispered to myself. I thought my heart would jump right out of my chest as I shifted the weight of my sixth-month old to my hip…
Until next time,
Karla Stephens-Tolstoy
