susan. susan wiarda.
shes the one in the middle, the one who looks exactly like me. or i guess i look exactly like her.
i love my mother. it took me a very long time to realize that. and to say it without gritting my teeth or feeling embarrassed for reasons i now dont understand.
my mom is a fighter. i still dont fully understand her story, although i’ve heard bits and pieces of it as they come up but i still feel like they are told through a shield of Jesus and all the shit and the mistakes are glossed over to get the part where the redemption comes in. i guess its not good to dwell on what no longer matters. but growing up , i just wanted her to stay there. stay with the bad so we can have something to relate on, please, or this is just going to result in one of us slamming the cupboard while the other one slams the door.
how can two people who are so incredibly alike drown for years in misunderstanding and communication, its ironic i guess.
i love my mom because she was everyones mom. when i didn’t want her to be mine i guess that was okay because she was a mother to many of my live-in friends, to my siblings friends, to other women, she is a picture of hospitality and really good at listening while she cooks.
i like that she never thinks its time to stop growing. she has recently began a journey of new found spirituality, i see such a revival in her and its awesome and encouraging. catch up, dad.
shes 50 something but she looks beautiful, i mean AND she looks beautiful.
my mom is not artistic, but she is so creative. just look at our family, we are all clinically insane and hilarious and just weird, she had to have done something slightly creative to get us all how we are today. i wouldn’t trade any of my upbringing, the good and the bad, because i love who we are, and i love my mom
(dad i love you too just wait until june geeeeez) i know, i know, im a big beautiful oak tree hahahahah
mom, thank you for everything. thank you for laughing when you dont know what to say and turning so many shades of red when you drink wine and thank you for always telling us to listen and obey and thank you for moving really slow although it makes me want to punch you in the face it reminds me to chill
i love you motha.