I am embarrassed to admit that some of my children do not respect me as a person, much less their mother.
I am not sure what I am to them, a jerk, an idiot, someplace to steal from, or a toy to be used and thrown away like a dirty rag, or what, but once again, my heart has been stomped on by a child that I gave birth to and loved and adored and raised in the best way I knew how...
My son, Jacob, left my house today without saying goodbye, see ya later or have a good life.... he called his brother in northern Ohio, who came to get him, and when asked if he had called me (I was at work), he said, "No, I have a phone..."
I took him in, spent money on gas (over $60 on a fill up) and took a day off work to go and rescue him on Sunday (3.5 hours away), drove all over town yesterday after working 11 hours, so he could get some applications, put up with a demon video game in my home, put up with him sleeping till 1:30pm and staying up until 2-3am....
What have I truly done to deserve such hatred by these children? I must admit, as I read some of the other blogs, I am jealous of the way your children WANT to be around you, they WANT to come home, they WANT to hug their parents.... when I can't even get one to want to call me on my birthday or Mothers Day.
His older brother did this same thing to me a few years ago. We took him in, drove him back and forth all hours for jobs... not once asked for any money, but yet, he called and was picked up like 2 days before Thanksgiving, and didn't tell me good bye, Happy Thanksgiving, or kiss my patootie....It was to be my first Thanksgiving with him in 7 years.
I was so looking forward to it.
I was crushed.
More than one child has hurt me many times with words and actions, never once stopping to realize that I am NOT the person that they think I am. I AM NOT the cause of everything bad in their lives, and it hurts to have all of my faults pointed out to every person that peaks their interest.
It hurts to have my name (and every thing I have ever done) dragged through the mud even to people I DON'T know, people I DO know, and knowing that my children.. my babies...my precious babies are the cause of all of it.
It hurts to know that my blood is coursing through their veins as they are stealing from me, and from family.
I was not raised to be this way, and my own Momma would literally cry her eyes out if she knew... if she knew the things that her grandchildren have done.
And she did know... some of it.
And she was ashamed.
I will admit, my older children didn't have the best upbringing in the world, but I tried. And I have asked the older children to please forgive me for their childhood.... now the ball is in their court. I can do no more. I have begged and pleaded and to no avail.... I guess they will always hate me.
When our 11 y/o asked if his brother was ever coming back to see us, guess what he told him? "No, I'm never coming back here to see you.. I'm coming back to see Zach but I'm not coming here!" (Talk about a heart of stone....?!?!?!?)
and now... I am ashamed.
But there is one that gives me unconditional love, and that is my Lord Jesus. Look what His "family" did to Him. They treated Him like dirt and made fun of Him and spit on Him. (I feel like that... used and abused...) But the Lord tells me to "Cast all my burdens upon Him because He cares for ME!"
He never said life isn't going to hurt or that everything will be smooth sailing, but He did say I can always come to Him... and that is what I intend to do. I am going to curl up on my Lord's lap tonight and have a long talk with Him and maybe a good long cry to go along with it. (DH has to drive overnight again, so I don't have to be "strong" after the children go to bed.
If you think on it, would you send up a prayer to soften the hearts of children that treat their parents this way? No one deserves to be hurt like this...
No one.