motherhood is a thankless job. that is a given. i dare say that none of us go around expressing our gratitude for the sacrifices that our mother has endured for us. nor wear our love on the corner of our mouth. we are that and we expect as much. it is in the mysterious manual of motherhood that they give you the day you signed up for it. no thanks required. still, it was a slap in the face when they dismiss your request ever so nonchantly, without so much as a second of thought. like the pesky mosquito, they swat away with a flick of their hand and turn their attention back to the tv. flushed down the drain in an instant all the running around that you have been doing, all the hours that you have put in. was it all worth it? love isn't a circle. what goes around doesn't come around. neither is it a business deal. you don't get back sixteen ounces of love for one pound of affection. i have a vague memory of my mother crying when i was a teenager. apparently i was giving her grief. how, why, i still do not understand to this day.
perhaps it does come a full circle, just not in the way we expect it to.