For Some, "Mother" is Just a Word

Y'know, I thought long and hard about sullying up my blog with yet another pic of this woman...and on Mother's Day no less. But then I figured, what the hell? Why not?
While all us Moms are enjoying our flour paste and Karo syrup pancakes, lovingly concocted by our little ones who don't have a clue about how to cook, ohhh-ing and aww-ing over carefully made tissue paper flowers and handmade cards with crayon lettering (usually something to the effect of: 'I love you, Mommy!') and if we're lucky, a little bit of bling or floral arrangement from the appreciative spouse and being treated to a brunch at some swank joint, we, as members of that elite female class-the hardest job in the universe-namely that of Mom need to take time and reflect on our blessings and consider those of our chaste who are less fortunate.

I'm sure at one time Casey, as a child, made those tokens of affection for his mom and I'll bet that Cindy has hung on to everyone of them. Just as we all do. Dime to doughnuts, she probably even pulled them out and look at them shortly after his death. That's a normal thing to do when grieving...every little fragment becomes sacred.

What is not normal is how she has channeled her grief. True, many a grieving parent has takened on the mantle of activist when they lose a child to horrific circumstances. Hell, I would too if I ever lost one of mine to cancer, crime, drugs or any other of society's ills. I'd be raising holy hell. But the difference between those parents and Cindy is that of retaining their child's humanity and not allowing themselves to become the focus of their cause.
Cindy jumped the shark on that almost immediately. Her boy Casey, who understood full well the risk he would be taking by joining the military and made, sadly, that ultimate sacrifice and died a hero has become just a commodity to her, a means to an end. Her rampant "grief pimping" has cost her a marriage and no doubt has alienated her surviving kids and family. Am I sorry for her? Not in the least!

"Mother" has become just another word to her. A designation of rank of her status in society, a title to be used and abused. Some of us take the title seriously. It is an honor. She, on the other hand has used it as a stepping stone, climbing over the grave of her son in the process. She thrives on the attention. Casey who? I may bungle this paraphasing of a line from the movie "The Crow", since it's been years and years since I seen it, but it I loved it-it went something to the effect of: "Mother is the name of God on every little childs lips."
Meaning of course, we are the source of their life and well being. It's a job not to take lightly.

One day a year us Moms get one day to honor us, one day where it's all about us. Just one day.

Lucky Cindy...Every day is Mother's Day - because it's ALWAYS all about her!


Happy Mother's Day to all the Moms out there who value and appreciate those who allowed them to have that name bestowed upon them in the first place.


UPDATE: Well, isn't this special?? Ahhhh.