I sucked in many ways as a mom. I know because my daughters have pointed it out on occasion (proving karma is a b****) There are brutishly honest like their momma. I have carried this guilt for many years and it has dug away at my very soul. Recently, I lost a friend of mine. She had a beautiful spirit and died of a horrible disease that destroyed her brain.
My eldest daughter who lives two hours away called me. She was at a loss for words and just kept repeating I am sorry and I love you.
My youngest attended the funeral with me. She held my hand as I walked up to the casket and said my good-byes.
Maybe I didn’t suck so badly after all.