Warning this is going to sound a bit bitter and twisted as I am feeling bruised from my latest ma related crisis.
My mother lives hundreds of milse away in a small town, she has issues with depression and anxiety and has a tiny fixed income. So I see her maybe a 3 or 4 times a year max at the moment. Always through my own effort or my buying her train tickets which I am happy to do. But I do get a little fed up with her inability to express joy or even mild happiness at seeing her grand children. She rarely asks about them in our regular phone convos (at least once usually more a week). This weekend I was called by her to say she couldn't come to visit, as she was to wound up and anxious to travel and stay over night.
I had booked tickets in advance for her so they have remained unused - which is not the end of the world, but she did not once ask about or refer to the children in any of our conversations over the next few days. My son is 6 and cried when he found out she could not visit and has made her a get well soon. While Mum is either too upset to talk about them or too self obsessed. I would like to think it is the former, but at more bleak moments I think it is the latter.
My younger siblings and I clubbed together to buy Mum a new TV for xmas, I decided that we should give it to her early in order to 'cheer her up' and she was delighted.While I amaware that I am unlikely to see Mum until well into next year at this rate and am beginning to accept my children are just not going to have a proper relationship with her my 2 year old barely knows who she is.
I don't know if I am more sad or angry about this. Should I just accept it is what it is?