Yesterday afternoon I received a text and it read:
Happy Mother’s Day. Enjoy your day with the kids.
It was from my former husband who has not reached out, nor answered beyond a one word response in months. I was stunned to see it. I laughed thinking that perhaps he had read my post from the other day, but he doesn’t know I write a blog so that would be a slight chance if he had found my blog or even read it.
I told the kids that their dad had reached out and they were surprised too. Then the older one said, hey, do you think he’s maybe changing? As I looked over at him, he began laughing as I did. Nah, he’s not changing Mama, but that sure was nice. When was the last time he told you Happy Mother’s Day? I had to think about it and then said three years ago.
I admit I waited a little while before responding Thank you, but only because we were busy celebrating mother’s day with my brother and his family. Besides, just because he suddenly decides to be nice, I wasn’t going to jump up and respond right away. But I did respond and I was grateful to have been wished a Happy Mother’s Day by the man who made me a Mom.
Geez, I just wrote about this the other day. I’ll admit, I am glad that he wrote to me in a text. I don’t know why he did it since this hasn’t been his routine at all. Maybe it’s because I still send a card and a text to his mom. Maybe because I had the kids send her texts too and we called her (and he didn’t). Who knows for sure what goes on in his mind. I certainly don’t. But it was nice and I did appreciate the effort on his part.
So you see, I’m not a bitter wizened divorced woman in case you were thinking I am. Nope. I am just me, wanting peace and respect and giving out what I want in return whenever I can. Because I think what goes around, comes around, even if it takes years.
I don’t think that just because he sent a text means he’s going to all of a sudden be nicer than he has in the past. I’m not that naive nor innocent anymore. But I am grateful for the little things.