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He's been kicked out of the shelter
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<blockquote data-quote="Lil" data-source="post: 643249" data-attributes="member: 17309"><p>I know, right? I was worried about the scarf. Like he's not perfectly capable of figuring out how to stay warm! A five year old knows to put on more clothes if it's cold out. <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite11" alt=":rolleyes:" title="Roll Eyes :rolleyes:" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":rolleyes:" /></p><p> </p><p></p><p> </p><p>ROFL! You're not Italian, clearly. <img src="/community/styles/default/xenforo/smilies/roflmao.png" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":roflmao:" title="roflmao :roflmao:" data-shortname=":roflmao:" /></p><p> </p><p></p><p> </p><p>I have been wondering since my little epiphany last night, if part of the reason I do this isn't being "mom", but in part because I've been on my own...really, truly on my own, since I was 23. I know some of you had dysfunctional families yourselves...but I totally didn't. My family was close and warm and loving. I was incredibly close to my mom. I loved my dad, but I just <em>adored</em> my mother. When she suddenly died while I was in law school, everything about my life changed. My dad was in his 70's and had been ill for years, so he lived with family and was being taken care of himself. I had always had my parents to fall back on. Oh, I was living on student loans and had an apartment and a small job, but if I needed anything, they were there. Holidays, vacations, I went home...and it was Home; the place I always expected to be able to go. I found out after she died that they had gone into debt loaning my small amounts and helping out...I never knew...they were just <strong><em>there</em></strong>. Suddenly, they <em>weren't</em>.</p><p> </p><p>To this day, 28 years later, I would give almost anything to have one day with my mom. I'm getting teary just writing this.</p><p> </p><p>I think that's how I expected my son to love me. I think that is what I wanted so badly...to be there like my mother was and then to keep being there...like she couldn't be. Does that make sense?</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Lil, post: 643249, member: 17309"] I know, right? I was worried about the scarf. Like he's not perfectly capable of figuring out how to stay warm! A five year old knows to put on more clothes if it's cold out. :rolleyes: ROFL! You're not Italian, clearly. :roflmao: I have been wondering since my little epiphany last night, if part of the reason I do this isn't being "mom", but in part because I've been on my own...really, truly on my own, since I was 23. I know some of you had dysfunctional families yourselves...but I totally didn't. My family was close and warm and loving. I was incredibly close to my mom. I loved my dad, but I just [I]adored[/I] my mother. When she suddenly died while I was in law school, everything about my life changed. My dad was in his 70's and had been ill for years, so he lived with family and was being taken care of himself. I had always had my parents to fall back on. Oh, I was living on student loans and had an apartment and a small job, but if I needed anything, they were there. Holidays, vacations, I went home...and it was Home; the place I always expected to be able to go. I found out after she died that they had gone into debt loaning my small amounts and helping out...I never knew...they were just [B][I]there[/I][/B]. Suddenly, they [I]weren't[/I]. To this day, 28 years later, I would give almost anything to have one day with my mom. I'm getting teary just writing this. I think that's how I expected my son to love me. I think that is what I wanted so badly...to be there like my mother was and then to keep being there...like she couldn't be. Does that make sense? [/QUOTE]
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