This year, the first year in at least 10 years, my daughter sent me a present for Mother’s Day. She sent me cheese. I love cheese!
I will be happy if my son even texts me. Usually my daughter will text him and tell him not to forget. I also create a picture calendar for him for Christmas with all the “special” days marked on the calendar. Knowing him, he forgets, or just doesn’t care.
Some day I guess he will remember. At least I can hope.
I do have good kids. They are both over 30, and both have jobs. I don’t need to support them, unlike other parents whose kids still live at home. I am grateful that they both can survive independently of me. (or their dad)
Not much else to say here.
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