My mother asked me to start writing again as it makes her happy–Who am I to say no to a woman who has given me life, love, comfort, advice, courage, and respect?
This is an ode to my mother–The strongest woman I know.
After a difficult pregnancy and being continually told she was having a boy, I came into the world a healthy baby girl on December 5th, 1989.
I changed her world.
I cried myself to sleep wrapped up in her green tattered robe, smelling of Oil of Olay and that comforting smell all Moms have, on the nights she worked late–resting easy only when she came in and tucked me in, said my prayers, and kissed my cheek.
She was my world.
We fought endlessly, struggled to get to school on time, went to softball games, cheerleading events, gymnastics meets, dance recitals, choir concerts, awards banquets, parent meetings..and did I mention fought endlessly?
She didn’t understand my world.
I grew wings, left home, and started my own life in foreign lands.
I turned her world upside down.
She called me that day to tell me the tragic news–I wanted to believe she was lying, tricking me, and I wanted to hate her for it even though I knew it was true. I came home to take care of her.
Our world collapsed–and together we rebuilt it.
She supported me as I again moved to foreign lands in search of dreams and more.
Her world brightened with mine.
She sings the song of beloved mother, friend, confidant. She’ll never know how sweet that tune is to my heart. Across oceans and continents, it warms my soul.