Relationships are complicated things. I’m lucky, though, that for all the twists and turns in my life she’s become part of my bedrock, one of my best friends.
She’s a pretty amazing woman. When A was born, she was the one who held my hand in the delivery room, she was the one who cut the cord. When she had a kidney removed to rid herself of cancer, it was I that curled up in the chair next to her in the hospital that first night, counted breaths and watched machines.
I wouldn’t be the person I am - the parent I am - without having been able to watch how she continued to push forward even when life did its best to drag her under, and I am so grateful for that. We haven’t always understood each other, we haven’t always agreed with each other but always, always there is love.
When I was little, I thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world, and many, many moons later, that’s still true. Every gray hair, every line on her face and her hands a testament, a battle scar, a story.
This picture was taken on my wedding day. A walked her down the aisle.
Happy birthday, Mom.
1 comment:
I need to read your blog more often. I love you and am proud of the woman, wife and mother you have become. Life presents many challenges, and as a strong woman, you are facing them head on, and I am right behind you every step you take!! XOXO
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