So… I have been thinking a lot about my family lately. My older brother just got married and has a baby on the way. I wish him all the best. My younger brother has two children, and I have three. Meaning my mother will have 6 grandchildren by later this year.
Currently my younger brother is incarcerated in a county jail awaiting transfer to a state facility. He has been in jail since January. My mother was also in jail for the same incident, but due to my brother taping a confession, she is now in a recovery home for a year.
My rambling is all for this: How does one woman have three children, and they all turn out so differently? Or at least one of them? My older brother and I seem to have it together, even if it took us a little while to find our way. What will it take for my little brother to see that he can’t repeat my mother’s mistakes, or he will end up just like her – nearing 50 years old with no stability or security. My mother will not say anything to him. Her reasoning: “I made the same mistakes. I can’t say anything.” WRONG!!! She is the ONE person who can say, “DO NOT FOLLOW IN MY FOOTSTEPS!!! If it wasn’t obvious, look at where it has gotten me. Think of your children. Put them first!!!”
Don’t get me wrong. I LOVE my mother. Always will. I see the good in her. Until I was about 12 or 13, my mother hung the moon. She could do no wrong. But right at around that time, we lost our home and everything we owned due to her mistakes. She will blame it all on one person, and I used to believe her, but after growing up and marrying and having my own children, I cannot sympathize with her anymore. There is NOTHING and NO ONE on this planet for whom I would sacrifice the safety and security of my children.
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