Reality Vs Perception
It’s been a strange couple of days, as well as a humbling couple of days. Some days I wonder how I ended up here. Other days I shake my head and tears fall down my face as I know how I ended up here.
To look in the mirror and see a mother, a wife, a lover, a partner, a woman lost is a hard pill to swallow. To see that same woman who through everything still holds her head high is… strange. For it really has been a strange journey. Is this the end I forsaw? Hell no.
It has been a humbling few days indeed.
To look in your daughters eyes and see yourself some 20 years earlier is difficult. Not because of who she is, but because you swore you would do different. You swore you would be better for her. To see the same calm look on her face that I once presented my mother is terrifying. Truly honestly, terrifying. To see the same survivor attitude in her is assuring but terrifying at the same time. The same strong soul resides in her as did me. The same don’t worry mom attitude in her breaks my heart. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I never wanted her to endure the trials and tribulations I did as a child. I never wanted her or any of the children to ever go without. And it breaks my heart.
I’ve cried a lot of tears of late. Because. Simply because. Reality is breaking my perception. Reality is forming before my eyes, and it is a reality I am not okay with.
Yes it has brought us closer together.
Something I have longed for since it was lost her seventh year on earth.
Something I wanted greatly but could never seem to achieve.
I see myself in this young woman before me, and as much of part of it makes me one hell of a proud mama, parts of it makes me want to scream. Make me want to cry, makes me want to die. I never wanted her to feel how I did. I never wanted to see her passion and love poured into providing for those around her. I never wanted to see that it’s okay mom look in her eyes, in her soul. Because that same look is still engrained on my soul. And the life lessons that went with it, just weren’t the ones a child my age should have endured. And aren’t ones I want her to endure.
I loved spending the time with her. The day with her. But not for the reasons we did. Not in the terms we did.
Reality has broken my perception. And now I face reality and am ready to break free of this one and create a new one. One I will be proud of. One I will leave as a legacy to my children.
My dear sweet Angel that broke me from a life that would’ve ended years too soon, may all your dreams come true, and mama promises from this point out, things are different.