Dec 14, 2010

Being a parent

Just got off the phone with Baggy Pants. It's 9 degrees in Nashville. Hahahahahaha. He got snow first. Maybe I am pre-menepausal, but everytime we talk I cry. He hates it. I miss him. I miss his presence. Being the brutally honest human that I am, I know in my heart I failed him many times when he needed me. So I overcompensate as often as possible. Our family put the fun in dysfunction. You might catch us on Springer, NOT. Kids just want to feel safe. I miss the smell of his dirty socks and this is fucked up folks. They stink for real. I don't care. They are part of him. He invited me to Nashville for the holidays. Tears were just running down my eyes. They might cut the umbilical cord in the hospital but guess what? The cord is always there people.....


Sarcastic Bastard said...

The cord IS always there. I am really still tied to the Moms--always will be. It was my first and primary relationship in life.

Love you Lori. Can you get to Nashville? I think it might be a good idea.


Anonymous said...

Hi Lori,
It's great to have you back blogging. I'd been wondering how you were doing.
I truly get the invisible unbilical cord that exists FOREVER! Our only child (young man) has left home and it has been a real adjustment. I am trying to get 'my own life' once I had during the 11 years before I became pregnant....but after 18 years of's definitely a process to learn how to get a new identity that isn't totally 'mom' related. It's great to know that others are feeling the same way that I feel at times. Thanks for sharing.
Shelley in SK

Sarcastic Bastard said...

Happy Christmas, dear friend.

I hope you get to be with your son.

Love you!


Lori said...

Shelley- Welcome to my crazy life and my blog. No matter how old our kids get, they will always be our babies.

SB- Happy XMas to you as well, even though the wishes are a little late.