At This Age

So you say you are a mother, a good mother at least, who could not love her kids any less. Are you? Or are you in disillusion? Do you think being a mother is like playing with Barbie, meaning when you feel like it, you will take the Barbie and shower her with your undivided attention, but once you are bored, you will just throw the Barbie wherever you think is appropriate.

Wake up; please wake up before it is too late.

What kind of a mother will deny her own kids a good education, and rather spend the money in the pretext of visiting the Lord’s magnificent home, and come back a mighty monster. What kind of a mother will leave her own kids scattered around with no direction, while she is busy keeping “a good friend” company. What kind of a mother will encourage her underage daughter to befriend strangers on the internet and allows her to carry on with the relationship.

Are you not ashamed? Are you that senseless? Or you are just plain stupid?
You give them a home, but it is more like a pig sty, you give them love but not attention, you give them freedom but without any guidance, you think you can give them the world but without being a real mother is it?

I am not surprised with your etiquette, because like many of them you have come under my roof once too often. I have been there when you were at your lowest and when others would prefer to see you begging on the road before giving their hand for support. But you are getting to the peak of your bizarre behavior, at the age when most would repent, and turn to the Lord for forgiveness.

Actually, I told myself that I do not want to get involved, meaning I don’t even want to know about you. But when my cotton candies are at stake, I cannot help but feel like shaking you up.

Please, please look into their eyes, and tell them that you are their mother, and not just someone who brought them here accidentally.