I was visiting my neighbors a few minutes ago. Rehashed our week (a 12 year Friday Night ritual), had a little wine. As I was leaving one of "The Moms" arrived for the weekend. "The Moms" is the name I use to identify Brian and Leigh Ann's Moms. "The Moms" are each very special and unique in their own way - I love them very much.
I opened the door to leave and Brian's Mom was at the door. I gave her a hug and kiss on the cheek and made my way home. As I was walking the short span between our homes my chest clinched in want for a Mom again. My Mom. A Mom who loved me unconditionally, knew my weakness and my strength...would talk to me for hours...who laughed and cried with me... who taught me to put on makeup when I was a kid and still held me tight and kissed my lips as an adult. Who did the things that made life memorable and made me believe in myself in ways that only a Mom can. Without her (or my Dad) I am not a daughter anymore...I'm no one's daughter anymore.
I want my Mother ... it's much more difficult knowing that I'll never have her back, than anyone with a Mom could ever imagine.
(I miss my Daddy too....that's another blog)
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