Mom

We go through phases in life with our mothers:  we love them, we find them annoying, we realize they were right, we ask them to forgive all our horrible behavior, and finally, we can’t imagine losing them.  Hopefully, if you are past age 25 you have moved to the last one or two steps in the process.  I have considered my mom my friend for many years and I talk to her daily on the phone usually about nothing of any consequence much to the bewilderment of my husband and brother.   Men must not understand that need for connection that can only come from “quantity” time that no amount of “quality” time can compensate for.

I just enjoyed some “quantity” time with my mom who visited us from Florida for a week.  I always feel her visits are never long enough.  While the daily calls are nice, there is nothing quite as sweet as a mother’s presence.  My mom’s visit was not unlike our phone calls – we talked about a lot of unimportant things and we laughed at my girls’ stories.  As the days passed, there was a lot of silence between us, not because of hostility or a loss for words, but because sometimes there is no need for words.  In that silence laid many unspoken “I love you’s” and “I understand’s”.  Isn’t it great how a mother doesn’t have to do anything but just be?

I am so glad I still have my mom to laugh with, talk to and hug.  

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