Hi Cosmic~ I do have a mom. I love her to pieces. I didn't always feel this way. We definitely had our differences. I wasn't allowed to hang my hat in my mom and dad's house. I got kicked out, brought back in and then ran. We definitely didn't want to live under the same roof. And we didn't.
But, somewhere in my heart, I knew underneath all the anger, the frustration, and the growing pains, my home was always in her heart. Figuratively speaking, I never left home, honey. I never left her heart. She never stopped loving me. We certainly didn't agree on anything. But, my hat always was and is welcome. It even has it's own little hat-hanging-stubby-thingy with my name on it. :) :) The same with Dad and Don. It's all in the heart, sweets. Truly.
This post was edited by Merlin at July 27, 2018 7:10 AM MDT
My late mother couldnt wait until I graduated from high school so I could move out. On my 18th birthday, she pretty much handed me my hat and told me to take my hat and jack it off. ;+
And look at how good you turned out!! Goes to show how Awesome you are. Some people got it. Some people don't. You can always hang your hat in my home, carbon and your bird and grandson, too! :) :)
it took a lot of convincing to get Mom to sell her big house and get an apartment. She wanted to have space in case of any of us needed to move back home. We were in our 40's at the time. I know it was love, but sometimes I wondered if she thought we were incapable of taking care of ourselves.
I could see how you might have felt that way. I know my Grammie didn't want to move out of her house and into a condo for a long time either. When she finally did, we adopted a lot of her things she had acquired over the years. It is amazing what some people keep. We all know you were very capable and strong enough to make valid and good decisions JaneS. I'd keep ya just to borrow your nail polish. ;) ;)
Merlin 