I am just going to put this out there, in case y’all didn’t know. I love my mom.
I mean, LOVE HER! I have been told over the years that there is nothing like the relationship between mother and daughter. It is truly something that only gets better with time, particularly in my experience.
I mean, who wouldn’t love this face???
As I have aged (so gracefully btw, thanks to her phenomenal genes) , I realize more and more how much that woman means to me. I would even say that I am more dependent on her being in my life now, then I ever was before.
Frankly, I am sure I am not alone in that feeling.
I think it also becomes more and more apparent to each of us on a individual basis when we start to lose people who are as close as family. Then the entire timeline and shortness of life seems to be compressed and forced upon us. Yes, there are a lot of seconds and minutes in the lives we are given….but they go so damn fast.
Recently, I lost someone very near and dear to me. She literally was my second mom and she was best friends with my mom for a very long time. Finding out she had passed and witnessing not only her family’s grief, but my mom’s and my own sadness was literally one of the hardest things I have had to do so far in my life.
However, it also made me look at my mom on a whole other level. The daughter of my “second mom” and I are only two days apart in age. Our mom’s were in lamaze classes together. The bond started long ago and has lasted. At the funeral, I kept watching the daughter and thinking, I don’t know how she is doing it. I don’t know if I could do it. It’s her MOM. It’s my MOM. There is literally not another person who has had my back like my mom.
My Momma is one of the most talented, strongest and loving people I know. She is always there with an idea, a solution, or an attack plan. She has taught me how to look at problems and just figure it out. There is always resolution, you just need to work it out.
The problem lies in what do you do for someone who is THAT important to you! We are lame and I making dinner and hopefully we’ll do something fun after that. Seemingly it is a tie between playing a game and shooting guns (the brother thinks that is something mom would love, I am not sure he even knows who she is!). But that is how we celebrate my mom. Whatever we do is NEVER going to be enough for what she has done for us as a family.
What do you do for your mom’s? SHARE!! I love hearing it!
If you don’t see another post from me for a while, it is because she has broken all of my fingers after writing this tribute to her.
Peace out peeps.