Voice Lessons

Motherhood

I’m going to try and march ahead with this auditory writing. I never know what day of the week it is. Let alone the month. They all run together. The only thing that breaks them up is babysitting. Now I’m doing what never fulfilled me in the first place. I really didn’t enjoy having young children and here. I am doing it again


But it is different when you’re a grandparent. Those small intervals are so precious and who knows if and when I’ll no longer be able to see them. Kylee could move. But all my other children say they don’t want to have kids. It’s probably for the best because of their world view.

It’s very hard to be around them now. I feel so judged all the time when I do offer my opinion it holds no weight. And it is wrong anyway. I’m always wrong. And even in the odd moments when I’m right, I didn’t word something correctly and it made to feel like I am a racist pig And unaccepting of others. I have raised my children to be empathetic so much so that they are woke. And yet when they think of me, they have no empathy. I don’t know if it’s the truth but it’s definitely how it feels.