Waiting, the prompt given by Jeff Goins yesterday. I fell asleep writing, so I finished this morning. If there are errors, please forgive them. We are supposed to just write & not edit.
I feel like I have been waiting all of my life. I grew up waiting to feel like my Mom accepted me and/or loved me. I grew up longing to feel wanted and cared about.
Perhaps there was something in my Mom's childhood that prevented her from loving me the way I needed to be loved. I will never forget my stepdad telling me that I had a roof over my head, food on the table and clothes on my back, so what else could I want?
My Daddy died the day after my thirteenth birthday. I remember waiting for the funeral, having no idea how I could make it through it. I remember when my Mom came to West Monroe Junior High and the intercom came on, asking me to come to the counselor's office. I remember thinking I was in trouble, but wondering what I could have done. I was the good, quiet girl, always seeking approval from other people, while waiting and hoping to get it at home. I remember walking into the counselor's office and seeing my Mom. I remember being told to sit down and her telling me that my Dad had passed away. I remember thinking, surely she meant my grandfather. My Daddy was only 35. We had just talked that past weekend about me moving in with him, because I was so miserable living with my Mom. One thought that kept going through my mind was "Why couldn't it have been my stepdad?". He was verbally abusive and horrible to be around. Why not take him, instead of the one person that I could trust and I felt like loved me unconditionally.
My best friend from 6th grade on would come over and my Mom and stepdad would talk to her and act like she was accepted and important. I waited for them to treat me the same way. If never happened. I don't know how many times I thought she should be their daughter, because they loved her more than me. I waited to get out of that house.
I am very thankful to have met the man of my dreams in high school. Once again, I felt loved unconditionally. I felt like I mattered to him. I remember watching our the window for him to come pick me up for dates. I always sat at the window waiting for my Daddy on Saturday evenings. These are the two guys that I felt like would never leave me.
After we had our first child, the girls of the family started taking a week off in the summer to vacation. I waited for an invitation to join them. It never came. My mother's excuse was that I could not leave my baby and the baby. Once again, I felt unwanted and unwelcome with my family.
Waiting to move out of LA, where I felt smothered by family. My kids were hurting because my Mom doted on them and spent time with them, until her Mom moved to town, then they were on the back burner. If family called, we knew they had computer problems and wanted hubby to drop everything and come fix their problems.
Waiting for my Mom to get excited about her 5th grand baby coming. I called her the day my water broke, only to be told that it was not a good weekend for her, for me to have the baby. She could not drive 4 hours & spend 1 night, at least, because she was so busy and her volunteer activities are more important than her family. Waiting for my younger girls to realize how little they mean to her, like my older kids have.
I am tired of waiting. Some days I wish I could cut off all ties and be done with wishing she loved me the way she loves my half sister. One of these days, I may have no choice for my own sanity. But right now I am waiting, because occasionally visits are great and we seem like a normal family.