I can't express to anyone why the ache of missing my Mom comes and goes at is does. Perhaps it's because I am approaching the anniversary of her death, September 28, 1988. But beyond that, right now, this moment, I am aching for my Mom.
I had such jealousy of my friends who passed by the bullshit of teen years and got to know their Mom's as fellow adults. Cohorts that supported each other. In reality of my three closes friends none of them have had that much extra time with their Mom's. Missy and Prissy lost their mom to cancer not long after I did. Graybelle has lost her mom to the absence of other distractions. But still I ache.
I want to know what my Mom's favorite color was. I want to know what she wanted to be when she grew up. I want to know how she felt about gay marriage. My gut tells me she wouldn't have given a fig, which is how I feel.
But mostly I want the warm embrace. The hug she gave me when I started my period at Burgerville. I wish she would have lived long enough to stop me from marrying my first husband. Because I know that she would have raised holy hell if she had been alive.
What I do remember of my Mom, she was kick ass. She loved me like crazy. She was kind to my friends, and never let me be a "mean girl". In fact she would jerk my chain if I tried. She knew what was classy and hated my "guess" jean mini skirt. She wasn't afraid of a fight, but wouldn't pick one. In all she was amazing. If I am half the women she was, well than I'm doing well.
For all of you that have your Mom still with you, please be grateful for her. Even if she is a roaring pain in the ass. For the rest of us, that are missing our Mom's, just be understanding that part of our hearts have gone ahead of us to heaven.
I had such jealousy of my friends who passed by the bullshit of teen years and got to know their Mom's as fellow adults. Cohorts that supported each other. In reality of my three closes friends none of them have had that much extra time with their Mom's. Missy and Prissy lost their mom to cancer not long after I did. Graybelle has lost her mom to the absence of other distractions. But still I ache.
I want to know what my Mom's favorite color was. I want to know what she wanted to be when she grew up. I want to know how she felt about gay marriage. My gut tells me she wouldn't have given a fig, which is how I feel.
But mostly I want the warm embrace. The hug she gave me when I started my period at Burgerville. I wish she would have lived long enough to stop me from marrying my first husband. Because I know that she would have raised holy hell if she had been alive.
What I do remember of my Mom, she was kick ass. She loved me like crazy. She was kind to my friends, and never let me be a "mean girl". In fact she would jerk my chain if I tried. She knew what was classy and hated my "guess" jean mini skirt. She wasn't afraid of a fight, but wouldn't pick one. In all she was amazing. If I am half the women she was, well than I'm doing well.
For all of you that have your Mom still with you, please be grateful for her. Even if she is a roaring pain in the ass. For the rest of us, that are missing our Mom's, just be understanding that part of our hearts have gone ahead of us to heaven.
Thank You Janice. Such nice memories of your mom, such an incredible lady. I miss my mom too :-( -Prissy
ReplyDeleteOh Prissy I know you do! I wish your mom was here to know Nick and your soon to be little one!
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