Mothers
There are times when I don’t think of her, I mean it would be weird to sit around all day thinking about her. I’d get nothing done! But lately, possibly because its getting near spring and my hormones are all over the shop since the trip to the clinic but I really want to be able to talk to her.
Ask her what she thinks of the whole thing. Give out to her for mowing the lawns late into the evening when she’ll catch her death and the lawns aren’t even that long. Find out when the turf needs doing. Chat with her about the family holiday and where we should go now that the kid is old enough to not be a pain in the ass. What would she make of the kid now? What would she make of how we did things?
I wonder how the kid would have turned out if she was still around. Would she be in college now? Leading a more settled life? Did we do a good job? Could we have done better? Did we do all we can? Did we make the right choices for her.
Were we right not to sue the hospital? Every second day you read about how hospitals admit liability for various operations etc they screwed up. Would it be worth? What would we get from it. An admission of guilt is not going to help us.
I want to ring her and hear her nattering on about the flowers I have no names for blooming, the weather being nice and mild and the government being a shower of shites.
I see so many people out and about with their mammies. I miss mine.
