Rose Miller 
I wrote a blog post about Mother’s Day back in 2020 during a challenging time in my life. (Read it here: Mother’s Day – The Rose Miller Story) It was one of the first posts I’ve written and the pain I endured at the time was indescribable and writing eased the pain. Parental alienation is a cruel form of torture that is inflicted on a parent as payback for breaking free from under their control. It isn’t fair, but it is very real. (Read more: Falling Back – The Rose Miller Story)
I haven’t celebrated Mother’s Day for the last four years. We have alternating weekends for time with the kids and our schedule didn’t permit it. I worked on the last three Mother’s Days. I didn’t mind it, it was important for me to stick to the parenting schedule, I don’t do favors and I don’t ask him for them, I figured it out on my own. (Read more: 5 Boundaries To Keep A Toxic Ex At Arms Length – The Rose Miller Story ) It was good to be busy on Mother’s Day, I needed the distraction because it became really hard to deal with my new reality.
As I go back and read where I was in 2020 I can’t believe the post I posted and how it was written. I didn’t know then that it would be the last year I got to spend with my own mother. I ended the post with I guess I won’t know for now but I will cherish my time with my mother and other kids, creating memories, for I know how fast everything can change.
Everything changed, and in a heartbeat. My mother got Covid at the end of 2020, it put her in the ICU in an induced coma, and she sadly passed away. It was totally unexpected, she was strong and healthy before she got sick. She was a fighter till the very end, and the chances of surviving were high. But God had other plans, the timing however, couldn’t have been worse, I was in the middle of a very contentious divorce and needed all the emotional and physical support I could get. My mother was my rock, her dedication and devotion to me was uncanny, she supported everything I did and pushed me to achieve my goals, and just like that she was taken from me. I was alone, really alone. She was all I had.
But we made it through, we always do. Three years have passed and things are still changing. The tables turned once again and I’ve recently reconnected with my alienated daughter. It’s been six years since I’ve been in touch with her. She’s beautiful, smart and all grown up. I smile to myself when she reaches out. Isn’t it interesting that it’s usually the oldest ones that are turned against us?
My middle daughter is now following in her older sister’s footsteps from years ago and is showing the same excitement to buy me something for Mother’s Day. She was busy planning and ordering me things for Mother’s Day. She slipped and told me about the purple rose she got. I have yet to see it but it means a lot. (Read more: A Purple Rose – The Rose Miller Story) She can’t wait to give it to me. She called her sister and invited her out to eat with us and we anxiously await her response. Things are coming together, and all I want for Mother’s Day are my six children in the same place at the same time once again.
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