Mother's (Out-of)Touch

So it's Mother's Day.

If you couldn't tell already. It seems like everyone's appreciation is on full steam, which is an incredible thing. I feel like sometimes our parents are taken for granted, and if it takes a designated day to finally awaken that appreciation that should not be limited to just one day, that's fine by me. Just as I have mentioned before the importance of the dedication of a parent to their child, the same is so between a child and their parents. I see a lot of kids these days that are lacking a proper respect for their parents for what seems like no reason. Either it's because they aren't spoiled enough, or their parents won't let them do something, whatever. I'm sure we're all guilty of the occasional spite for our parents, and that's just because we're rebellious, hormonal teenagers. But those who incessantly disregard their parents for reasons which may be considered unreasonable truly bother me. It's just great to see people grateful for their mothers.

But...what about people who don't?

I don't mean those who aren't grateful. I mean those without mothers. For whatever reason, those who are left with no one to celebrate with seem to be overlooked today. I feel like those who don't have a mother need to be just as uplifted as everyone else today. It's incredibly difficult to live without a parent under any circumstances. To be reminded of it takes the hurt to a higher extent, but perhaps not. Maybe instead of mourning a loss, a celebration is still in order. Those who have lost their mothers or have had different mothers can still see light in the fact that they are alive because of a mother to bring them into this world. Fortunately, I can say that I have a mother.

But unfortunately, that's really all I can say.

It hurts a little to see everyone else have such fantastic relationships with their mothers, nearly to the point where I become envious because I don't have the same relationship with my mom. In fact, as of late, we really haven't had too much of a relationship at all. There has been a lot to set us apart from each other over the last few years, and I feel pretty bad about it. It's hard to feel like you're not enough because of the way you are, what you believe in, how you act, how you perform in school. That on top of being gone away from each other and being busy all the time. Sometimes she feels less of a mom and more of a room mate.

Which is horrible to say.

It's unfair for me to judge my mom like that. Even with a torn relationship, she is still my mom. I know even when she does things that hurt me or my brothers or anyone really, she still loves me. I just wish that we could be on better terms. But of course, wishing serves me nothing. It's action that will cause results, or the lack thereof. Although I may not have been able to see my mom much at all today, or really much at all anymore, I still have a mom. That's what counts, right? Maybe I am just as ungrateful as the kids I mentioned before, then call me a reckless teenager, but you can never discount anything. Even if it takes a designated day. That's fine with me.

I just want my mom back.