When you are through changing, you are through?
As a child, my mother would take my older brother and sisters and I to historic landmarks and educational places. We would usually go once a month on these trips. Growing up I remembered my mother enjoyed learning and enjoyed it even more watching us learn. Yet, as we got older and mom had more babies, the once a month outings became scarce. The bonding times we had all shared slowly, but surly, were no longer. Looking back at the way my mother was is a lot different than what she is now. I suppose the quote "when you are through changing, you are through" by Bruce Barton, would apply greatly towards her.
Remembering the days when my mother was active and involved in our lives, was some of the happiest days that I can recall as a child. Waking up to the smell of pancakes and syrup, the notes I use to find in my packed lunch, and the home cooked meals mom would have on the table at precisely 6 pm, still brings a smile to my face. What happened to those days? What happened to the days when she would enforce homework time? When she would care what hour we stayed out until? It seems as though, with each child she had, the caring slowed down.
It does not make sense to me how my oldest sister, Jennifer, can go to Harvard University at 18; but my youngest brother, Kristopher-18, doesn't even know how many states there are in our country! They both went to the same high school. They both had the same resources. They both had the same mother. Or did they?
As time went by, you can see the different types of involvement each of my siblings received from my mother. With Jennifer, mom use to help her with her homework; with me, she would tell me to do my homework; with Kristopher she wouldn't even ask about his homework. The smell of pancakes in the morning has never reached Kristopher's nose. Packed lunches are now school bought. Home cooked meals have become take-out. Kristopher doesn't even know what a historic landmark is. The only educational place he knows of is school. The mother I had growing up is not the same mother Kristopher has now.
If you look at the true picture, you can see that my mother has simply just given up.
From what use to be an active person, my mother has become her own worse enemy. With her weight reaching over five hundred pounds, mom is now living with type two diabetes, has heart disease, high blood pressure, recently has had all of her teeth pulled out, and is close to having her legs amputated. She is on more medications than I can count.
The worst thing of all is that Kristopher has fallen into this lifestyle; he is three hundred-fifty pounds. He has no support to a healthy lifestyle, no one to tell him to do his homework, no one to tell him what is wrong and what is right. This year he will be graduating high school, with the education level of a fifth grader.
When my mother was through raising her first five children, she stopped on her last. She gave up on herself. Once a person has reached a point where they feel they can't do anything about it, they just give up trying. With the way my mother is living, it seems like she is just living to die. I just hope it's not too late for Kristopher.
T K
This is sad. I'm sorry I don't know how to answer.
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