Last Mother’s Day my son didn’t get me a card (much less a gift) and proceeded to run me over with his bike (despite my repeated requests for him to focus).
I screamed at him to please just get away from me and for him to bike home, that I would meet him there. I was 1/2 a mile from our house, bruised, bleeding, hobbling, and beginning to hyperventilate. At one point I contemplated how painful it would be to crawl over asphalt. (I was NOT going to make it home on foot in my run over state.)
I saw a random neighbor getting into his car. Without ever looking him in the eye, I begged for a ride home (or at least home-ish). I was bawling, incoherent, and humiliated.
This year, unbeknownst to me, my own mom mailed a card for my son to fill out (which he did). I got us some take-out and he did a couple of chores for me without complaining. He fell asleep hours ago and the best Mother’s Day present would be for him to wake up tomorrow.
So, yeah, 2019 Mother’s Day for the win! #motheroftheyear
I’m sorry to hear about your daughter’s health and am sending positive vibes for healing, my friend!