Seconds later my day becomes just another Sunday. The girls go on playing with their Barbies and I make their breakfast.
After half an hour one of them pipes up with the comment: “On Mother’s day you should have breakfast in bed”…
Should have. I feel sad. Not just for me, but also for my girls. This isn’t how Mother’s day is supposed to be. This isn’t what they were supposed to learn about life.
For a short moment I let the self pity of should have’s and should be’s set in. So much for being a strong single mom. Again that picture of how things are supposed to be….
At 46 I can easily conclude that life will never be the way it was supposed to be. I missed that station by a long haul…
I make myself a delicious breakfast. I work on my pictures. I share some with the friends that are in them, or the friends I thought of while taking them.
JOY fills my heart.
It’s going to be wonderful day, because what I’m living is a wonderful life… And it’s filled with wonderful pictures of MY life!