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Wednesday, December 16, 2020
Friday, February 14, 2020
Shout out to the weary moms
Let's face it. Every once in a while, a mom goes missing. Her time away ticks on too long and her family becomes worried and then the police are called and the media begins to post her picture. Three or four days later, she's found; or she calls; or she just shows up. Then the hatred begins.
"She could have at least called someone."
"She knows everyone was looking for her. Why didn't she say something? Why did she just let everyone worry?"
"She should have to pay back all the resources she cost."
"Well, I hope she gets the help she needs."
Blame. Blame Mom because hey, the family pleading for her to be found is really honestly missing her.
But what is Mom's story? A few thousand moms at any given moment know how she feels and they all whisper, "I feel you, Sister."
They all know what drove her to drive away and think she could keep driving and not look back. They've all hit the brick wall, sat back stunned and wounded to insensibility, and thought they might just go to Mexico maybe. New life.
There comes a point when Mom has been the garbage dump one too many times. Maybe she's taken the blame for yet one more thing going wrong and she just can't take it anymore. Maybe there's a husband who thinks he's supporting her, but in her eyes he's not taking any of the weight and maybe adding just a little more to her hurt.
And she's tried to tell them she needs a few minutes but they don't take that well because, "Hey, she's MOM. She's supposed to be here when I need her!"
And then just like that, she's full. She can't figure out how she's going to do this one more time. So she goes off in her car. At first it's just a drive around town. Then she stops at a park and takes a walk. She finds a bench and sits in the quietness. Quietness. And there she thinks her thoughts and she realizes something horrible about herself in that quiet place. She isn't sure she wants to go home. Maybe she will just drive a little longer. And before she knows it, she's in another city. Then she's in another.
And she has her phone. But if she looks at it, she doesn't see anything. Her eyes are full of tears and hurt and enough. And she leaves her phone in the car. She may even leave her wallet. And she parks. She locks the doors and begins walking. She doesn't know where she's going. She doesn't know where she's sleeping. She's just walking. She's trying to find a reason to go back to the car and turn toward home.
Most of them do find their reasons. They go back home. They know it will be the same old same old, but they go.
"I hope she gets the help she needs." I say that if you are a husband/father saying these words, then look at your wife, the mother of your children, and be that help she needs. If you are a wife/mother saying these words, and you have no idea what drove her to that point, then go kiss your husband and thank him for being there.
Be there. Be THERE. BE there. Be there for each other because you never know when John Denver is singing their anthem.
"She could have at least called someone."
"She knows everyone was looking for her. Why didn't she say something? Why did she just let everyone worry?"
"She should have to pay back all the resources she cost."
"Well, I hope she gets the help she needs."
Blame. Blame Mom because hey, the family pleading for her to be found is really honestly missing her.
But what is Mom's story? A few thousand moms at any given moment know how she feels and they all whisper, "I feel you, Sister."
They all know what drove her to drive away and think she could keep driving and not look back. They've all hit the brick wall, sat back stunned and wounded to insensibility, and thought they might just go to Mexico maybe. New life.
There comes a point when Mom has been the garbage dump one too many times. Maybe she's taken the blame for yet one more thing going wrong and she just can't take it anymore. Maybe there's a husband who thinks he's supporting her, but in her eyes he's not taking any of the weight and maybe adding just a little more to her hurt.
And she's tried to tell them she needs a few minutes but they don't take that well because, "Hey, she's MOM. She's supposed to be here when I need her!"
And then just like that, she's full. She can't figure out how she's going to do this one more time. So she goes off in her car. At first it's just a drive around town. Then she stops at a park and takes a walk. She finds a bench and sits in the quietness. Quietness. And there she thinks her thoughts and she realizes something horrible about herself in that quiet place. She isn't sure she wants to go home. Maybe she will just drive a little longer. And before she knows it, she's in another city. Then she's in another.
And she has her phone. But if she looks at it, she doesn't see anything. Her eyes are full of tears and hurt and enough. And she leaves her phone in the car. She may even leave her wallet. And she parks. She locks the doors and begins walking. She doesn't know where she's going. She doesn't know where she's sleeping. She's just walking. She's trying to find a reason to go back to the car and turn toward home.
Most of them do find their reasons. They go back home. They know it will be the same old same old, but they go.
"I hope she gets the help she needs." I say that if you are a husband/father saying these words, then look at your wife, the mother of your children, and be that help she needs. If you are a wife/mother saying these words, and you have no idea what drove her to that point, then go kiss your husband and thank him for being there.
Be there. Be THERE. BE there. Be there for each other because you never know when John Denver is singing their anthem.
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