At 71, I finally became a grandma! I really couldn’t wait to see my grandchild. But then Mark, my son, told me he couldn’t pick me up. Honestly, I’ve always felt that in his new, fancy life, Mark was ashamed of his poor old mom. But I missed them so much that I decided — screw it — I’d go to their house myself!
Despite the freezing cold, the snow, my bad legs that barely worked without a walker… I walked FOR FIVE HOURS. I was starving, exhausted, and could barely stand, but nothing could stop me. When I finally got there, I knocked on the door. Mark opened it and stared at me. I told him about my journey, hoping he’d understand, but he snapped, “I don’t care what you went through! I said we’d meet later! Now GO HOME!” And then he slammed the door in my face! Jeez, I stood there, crying. Was that really what I deserved?Later that night, back at home, I could no longer move. My legs were swollen, they were literally giving out. At that very moment, I heard my front door creak open.
I felt my heart skip. I lived alone, and nobody ever visited. Fear crept into my bones—had I forgotten to lock the door in my exhaustion? But then, I heard a hesitant voice: “Mom?”
Mark.
He stepped inside, looking around my tiny, cluttered home. I could see hesitation in his eyes, but also something else—guilt. I was too tired, too hurt to speak, so I just looked at him.
“Mom, I—” he sighed, rubbing his temples. “I shouldn’t have slammed the door like that. I just… I was overwhelmed. Claire was recovering from the birth, the baby was crying nonstop, and I panicked.”
I scoffed weakly. “So you punished me for wanting to see my own grandson?”
Mark flinched, then his eyes landed on my swollen legs. He frowned. “You shouldn’t have walked all that way, Mom. That was dangerous.”
“What choice did I have?” I shot back. “You didn’t even consider how much this meant to me. How could you, Mark? After everything I sacrificed for you growing up?”
He went silent. And for a moment, I thought he might leave again. Instead, he exhaled sharply, then did something that truly shocked me.
He knelt beside me and took my hands in his. “Mom, I messed up. I got caught up in… in trying to be someone I’m not. I was worried about how things would look, how Claire’s family would judge me. But none of that matters if I forget where I came from. If I forget you.”
