![]() I am my mother's child. I am stubborn. I (mostly) consider what I'm going to say before I say it. I have worked too hard and played too little. I have cried when things got to be too much. I cry when I'm angry. I only reveal it all to certain beloveds. I raise my eyebrow at people. I am scared of thunderstorms. My mother has not always been who I wanted her to be. She wasn't always there. (She didn't know how.) She doesn't know how to emotionally connect. She's learning. She's so far away. It's complicated. (Of course.) I have learned from her. I have cried with her. I have been with her during surgeries and near-deaths. I have seen her give of herself again and again. I have seen how I want to do things differently. I know her choices have been the best she could have made. At the time. I am stronger for so much of it. I am also broken in ways that I am still trying to mend. I love my mom. I miss being able to drive over to her house. But distance is kinder. Perspective is wiser. I celebrate her. In all of her flaws. Because I have some of them. Someday, I hope to be a mom too. And it's because of her that I don't feel rushed. That (sometimes) I feel ready. Because of her love, In all of its twists and turns, I am the woman I am, And continue to become.
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