

I hate to admit it, but when it comes to āholidaysā like Motherās Day- Iām a bit of a cynic. Children that are raised in abusive situations struggle to connect to the sentiments and are reminded of the wounds that goes with having a less than ideal mom.
Motherās Day itself was often a trial. I spent my growing up years being intimidated in to choosing just the right gift, or Iād be in trouble. I *had* to make the day as special as I could, lest there be a meltdown or manipulation later.
I vowed to never make much of Motherās Day to my own children, and I believe I have succeeded. Acts of kindness and cards are offered to me, but Iām thankful itās not out of obligation.
My sweet son Alex came up with this idea on his own. He loves Nintendo, and Iāve never been much of a gamer. I do enjoy Mario Kart, and Alex isnāt as good at it. I observed the last few days heās played with Evie more, but didnāt think much of it.
It turns out he was practicing so he could play Mario Kart with me today. He wanted to get better so he was less frustrated when he plays. Alex took a thing he loves, and invited me into his world, because he wants to make our time special.