I posted a few days ago about my family’s response to Amy’s consistently unmotivated approach to Christmas and other family celebrations. I mentioned there had been a few exceptions. I have also mentioned recently that I have been unpacking boxes (still) and trying to get a few things in order. Today I ran across one of those “exceptions” and I thought it was only fair and fitting that I shared it. I know I do a lot of whining about Amy, but most of you understand my whining is born of frustration and many lost hopes and dreams. On the rare occasion that I have received something like what I am showing you today, it invariably makes me cry and makes me wonder if I really might have made an impact. But then typically, there would be little change or little indication a day later that what was stated in the card was heart-felt. BUT, I have to admit, that doesn’t mean what she says in the card isn’t real.


There have been posts on the FRUA board lately and other emails crossing my desk that illustrate over and over this crazy roller coaster we are on with our kids. To read the sentiment expressed by my daughter on this particular Mother’s Day might encourage me to believe we have turned some magical corner. But if I allow myself to expect that, I am liable to be disappointed. And so the tendency is to protect myself and not get too excited one way or the other. And that’s a shame, too.


Perhaps that is why when I read this card again, over three years later, and Amy is no longer living at home, I can better appreciate that at least some of the time, perhaps in spite of herself, she loves me.