To My Mother of Mine
What many of us take for granted are the ones who don’t ask anything of us. Those that simply love, listen, and are there just because they want to be. The ones that give more then they ever get, the ones that nurture and support out of habit and simply disregard anything else but compassion and comfort. These types of beings are rare, irreplaceable and unique in every way possible. These rare beings have been defined and called many names, but most commonly are known as our mothers. I think one goes through phases and waves when it comes to understanding and figuring out their relationship with their mother, and I find it even more confusing when you’re a daughter. Going from wanting to be constantly by her side & idolizing everything she does, to rolling your eyes, locking the door, not listening to a word, to running back and wishing you were back by her side, listened to every word she said, and not taking any chance you get to be with her for granted. The understandin...