A few weeks ago I was lamenting to my Mom about Arizona’s increasing sassiness and overall stinky pre-teen behavior. At one point I stopped and asked, “Wait, but I never went through that stage, right?” My mom smiled and responded, “Oh yes, Susanna, you had a stage.”
Well, I guess I did. In high school, all I wanted to do was hang out with my friends whenever I wasn’t in school. I dreaded practicing the piano and doing homework. I loved talking to girlfriends on the phone, instead, for hours at a time. I was constantly distracted by cute boys. All I cared about was my social life. I had zero interest in my chores and responsibilities at school and home.
College was worse. I broke my mom’s heart with some horrible choices. It makes me cringe, thinking about my behavior back then.
And somehow, my mama never let me go. She always loved and cared for me. She nurtured and comforted me through many tough life transitions.
I will be forever grateful to my mom who spent the first week of Arizona’s life living with me and helping out around the clock. I felt a new bond forming between us. How my respect and admiration grew for her, as soon as I became a mother myself. I cherished every moment with her and wanted her with me all the time.
I remember when she left, a huge lump in my throat and tears pouring down my face, uncontrollably. “What’s wrong, honey?” She asked.
“I just always need you, mama.” I said.
And I always will.
I love you, my Mommy. Happy Mother’s Day!