A Mother's Love

My mother is one of the most kind-hearted and giving people that I know. I'm not just saying that because she's my mother. She really is. She'll bend over backwards to help family, friend and stranger alike. She's a nurse who works in hospice, which further goes to show her caring nature. I've mentioned in previous posts about her helping me with groceries because she knows I'm financially strapped. It's just part of her nature to try and help in whatever way she can and to try and make people happy.

This morning when I got to church she wasn't there and I noticed I had a voice mail on my cell phone. So I listen and it's my mother. I can barely understand what she's saying cause she was crying while leaving the message but the basic gist was that she had been crying all morning and was a mess so couldn't make it to church. And I saw red. My mother does not deserve to be crying for hours. She deserves to be happy because that's all she tries to do for others. This all goes back to my sister-in-law. It's too complicated and long to explain but my sister-in-law is basically a mentally ill manipulative bitch who is denying my mother access to her granddaughter and causing enormous strife in the family.

Even as I'm writing this post, I'm starting to cry myself. It tears at my heart when someone upsets my mother to the point where she's crying for hours and arrives late to church with red, puffy eyes. It doesn't seem to fair to me that such a wonderfully kind woman should be made to hurt like that.