You prayed for me then once you got to know me, you didn’t really care for me
You always told me give my emotions to God because when given to you, they were met with cold silence
You never had favorite children just one that was difficult
Every now and then someone will share how they were able to confide in you
yet with your children you were so judge mental
I loved that you wanted everything picture-perfect but hated how ugly and wounded the souls in the pictures were.
I loved that you have a deep devotion for Christ but hated how it was weaponized to control and condemn your loved ones
I loved that you were a devoted mother but hated watching you do it alone, although you had a husband
I loved how caring and helpful you were but hated that it didn’t apply to me
I love how optimistic you are but hated that it was often out of touch in a warped sense of reality
I hate that you prayed for children but ended up not really liking them because you couldn’t control them
I love that you are loved by many but hate that’s not the person I know.
