Sat excitedly in the international arrivals lounge at Manchester Airport eagerly awaiting her daughter, clutching a packet of Percy Pigs as a welcome home gift, we joked with another parent that our joy wouldn’t be matched by our children.
What we got, after what seemed like an eternity, when Reagan finally came into view was at best a side eye possibly the slightest smile as she walked away from where we were stood. We met her at the end of the barrier for the coldest greeting she could muster claiming she couldn’t hear anything and off we all walked towards the exit.
Mom handed her the sweets,
“You got the veggie ones?”
No, thank you, no, you shouldn’t have, just disdain and that basically ended any chance of the two of them communicating for the rest of the journey home.
I tried my best to drag conversation out of her showing interest in what the trip was like and how she felt. Eventually I got some conversation our of Reagan while her mom sobbed in the passenger seat.
Arriving home Jamie jumped out of the car leaving me alone with Reagan I pointed out to her that Mom paid £400+ for the trip she just handed you sweets as a feel good gift and its Mothers Day, yet you barely looked at her you just showed how ungrateful you are? You said during the journey home you were going to buy a teacher flowers because she was so nice, yet treated the one person who would do anything to make you happy like you just did?
Whatever Mom does for you she would never do because she wanted something in return but she bloody well deserves at the very least a thank you and you couldn’t even say that?
Reagan thought about arguing but wisley chose to go to bed and I doubt she popped her head in to our bedroom on the way to…. let’s face it she just went to bed!
Welcome home!











