From a Senior Mom to Her Children
I have known a plethora of ‘senior moms’ over the years. Technically, I am now part of that tribe. Therefore, I know of what I speak (or write). I know that the thoughts they have verbalized, the wishes they have expressed, and longings they have sighed and vocalized are a real thing. They come from the heart and are felt from the tips of their toes to the top of their now-gray heads. So, this is for you, adult children of senior Moms.
Dear Adult Children,
First and foremost, you are loved. Just like Robert Munsch wrote, “I’ll love you forever. I’ll like you for always. As long as I’m living, my baby you’ll be.”. Secondly, I know you have your own life. I know you have your own children, and even grandchildren to care for, make memories with, and enjoy. Thirdly, I also know that it is more than special to be included in those things whenever possible because your children and grandchildren are my family, too.
I also want you to know the following…
I know I’m not perfect. I know I made mistakes. Every parent does. But I didn’t make any of those mistakes on purpose. I always tried to do and be the best parent I could possibly be.
I do not want to be a burden. I do not want you to feel forced or obligated to visit me. Call me. Care for me. I did none of those things for you out of pure love, which I hope you know.
I do not need or want you to treat me like I am incompetent. If I ever become that way, I won’t know the difference, but prior to that happening, I would appreciate it if you would give me credit where credit is due.
I also need you to not talk about me when I am in the room—as if I am not there or cannot speak or think for myself.
I want you to know that I have everything I need in the way of material possessions. The only presents I want from you are your presence, your respect, your love, and your friendship. Yes, your friendship. You don’t need me to parent you, but I’m your mom. We share more history than anyone, so I’d really love to be counted among your best friends.
I want you to know that I consider you my life’s greatest accomplishment. Not because of anything you have accomplished, but just because you live and breathe…just because you’re mine. Jackie Kennedy once said that if we mess up raising our children, nothing else we do in life really matters. Again—I know I wasn’t the perfect mom, but I know I didn’t mess up too badly because, well, look at you!
Last but not least, thank you. Thank you for giving me the privilege of being a mom. Thank you for all the ups and downs of being a mom, because those ups and downs are what keep me going. They are what makes me grateful and thankful for the life I had and the life I now have.
Love, Mom
Guest post By Darla Noble
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