We moved this week. My mom came. Of course my mom came. She lives another state away, but come a need and she is there, right by my side.
Today I began to think of all the times she has rushed to my aid since I first packed up my car and headed across the states to college. There were some rough times, tears and sobs times, pain–both emotional and physical.
Through my adult years she has helped bathe me, dress me, dry my body, my eyes, my heart. Washed my laundry, my dishes, my toilet, my children. Packed her bags in a literal five minutes in a mad dash to the airport, catching the first flight my way. I can only imagine the scene like in a movie, the music playing as she screams to the attendant, “HOLD THAT PLANE!”
She did and does it all without a word of complaint. In fact, she plays like she actually wants to do it, like she enjoys it. I am thinking perhaps she really does, for no other reason than I am her daughter.
She wasn’t a perfect mom, she wasn’t cookie cutter. She loved me–this I have never doubted.
Sometimes I worry about what my relationship will be like with my own little girl when she grows. Will she like me? Will we be close? What if I mess up? What if I am not the perfect mother?
I look at my mom, at the way I am completely at ease to sit with her in my morning breathe get up, sipping coffee without a care. She loves me, she is always there for me, the rest falls by the wayside.
I have hope. Hope that my own love will secure such a bond with my sweet girl. No matter how many miles may separate us, she will know without a doubt I will catch the first flight out to her aid. Cue the music for I will be running, ready to scream, “HOLD THAT PLANE!”
Here’s to you! What is something your own mom or another mom figure has done for you that touched your life?? I would love to hear about it!