Mothers day 2010

First, happy mothers day! As one could imagine for me mothers day this year is a bit conflicted. For the first time I have the court system managing how my holidays will be spent when it comes to my child. Don't I feel stupid? Yep I do. Even as I sit here and type fighting off a good sinus cold I'm even wondering myself if I am actively going to participate in any mothers day activities. Here is my concern. In 2002 I had the pleasure of escorting two women I loved to a play called the vagina monolouges. It was a wild experience when you think about it. On one arm I escorted the vagina that I traveled through to get to this planet. On the other arm I escorted the vagina that would bring my son to this planet. Eight years later, both vaginas have caused me and my son a great deal of pain; not only to myself but to each other. I won't go into too much history because simply put there is no future in history. Instead, I'll wordsmith. I did buy mothers day cards with the exception of the estranged spouse as our relationship is obviously strange rt now. But, I did purchase a card for Red Cheif to give to his mom because regardless of what happens to me and his mom, she will be his mother for life and I don't want my transgressions or impressions to muddy his relationship with his mom. To me, I want to make sure I always put his mom in the best light because I know the critical role a mom plays in a boys life. In fact, I even initiated making some peace with her. I called her yesterday and did something that I hope will be the start of a lot debt repayment. I told her I was sorry for any pain I caused her. I humbeled myself and just simply said there are some things, that were in my control that I really could have done a lot cleaner; among them keeping my mother out of our marriage. I acknowledged that we may not get back together and even said that I wished we had relocated to another state when we got married. The logic for that in my mind is simple, it forces the husband and wife to make things work as opposed to being emotionally and in some cases finicially dependent upon parents. Within the context of what's happened that probably was the best mothers day present I could give to my ex wife now co parent. Note to men in my situation: if you are faced with the court overseeing holidays with your children, remember the child really is the center of everything. If the court paper says have the child with the mother by 7:00 AM, have the child their by 8:00 PM the night before. I wanted to make sure that Red Cheif saw his grandma but even more important, Red Cheif needed to see his mom a d vice versa. It made logistics slightly uncomfortable for me, but again, it's not about me. Now on to the older vagina. I have to shake my head on that one too. I love the Queen Mother, I really do. That said she too has flaws that I have to address. I was so
outdone with the queen mother that I had to call the Duke of Earl last night, meaning her ex husband. During this entire process, and it is a process, the queen mother was acting more like Mary the Queen of Scotts crying off with her head every other day. Again I am trying to see things from her perspective because she is exceptionally protective of her prince son and her prince grandson. As I have said earlier, the prince had been charged and exhonorated for crimes he did not commit. As with any mother, the queen mother was no exception. She was propperly pissed. But in my last days at the royal estate, she just changed becoming more of a wild shrewish banshie and less and less supportive. In her eyes, the queen mother felt as though she was more of the indicted party here. She obviously felt put upon because she loudly put me and Red Chief out. Chalk it up to being 60 and wanting here space back. Here is where I have the issue: when vaginas colide.