What was the last lie I told?
Why did I tell it?
It is difficult sometimes to answer questions our friends ask us. I was caught in this snare by one of my long time good friend.
I was asked if my daughter number two and number three call me, visit me or send Mother’s Day card. In my case these are very painful questions. I didn’t have the courage to tell the truth. I answered yes.
I questioned myself why did I do it? I was protecting myself, because my truth will for eons come to bite me. I thought these friends will think perhaps I’m a terrible mother. It hurt me immensely.
I was a full time teacher, yet I felt guilty leaving them with a baby sitter. I tried to give them as much time as I could. I’m unable to express what went wrong.
Then one day I told these same friends, no my two daughters do not call me or send me Mother’s day cards. I have learned to accept this fact.
These days I console myself by agreeing with Khalil Gibran where he says: your children do not belong to you, if they leave you let them, if they never come back, do not be sad, they were not yours to begin with.