It was a sad day when I have become the matriarch of the
family. The day my mother died and the
baton was handed down to me. Me! How can I be the matriarch? I’m the one who was always afraid of the
dark. I don’t know how to make bread
from scratch so don’t call me for recipes.
I can’t tell you the names of all our long lost relatives. I am not the history keeper. I can't name plants or flowers and haven't got a clue how to grow a garden. I don’t know any funny stories about days
gone by. I never said I wanted to be
the matriarch that was my mother’s job.
I didn’t sign-up for this job I inherited it. It actually makes me a little nervous. I’m not sure I can live up to the
expectations of those younger than myself.
But wait, what am I worried about…there is no one to ask me questions
about the “olden days”. I am not even a
grandmother. Now I’m just plain sad!
No News
1 month ago
4 comments:
whatever, you are the funniest person that i know.
you are right, you are the baby sister and you would think that someone else would step up to help you.
I love you.
I love you too TJ....honey your dad does help me. He's just getting older and has had his hands full with his other kids. But he always comes through when I need him to take Mike to an appointment and he has lunch with Mike every Friday (which Mike loves). Be happy sweet girl........I think you married a keeper!
Since you have only two brothers, the role of matriarch was destined to fall to you.n Somehow I am sure you rise to the challenge.
I guess very few women want that job. Unless the family mansion comes with it.
Post a Comment