I moved away 7 years ago… part of that was to run away from pain… wounds that could not possibly heal… I ran away from grief… I ran away from the Grandparents I thought my children would have.
But today… after moving much closer to home I am grateful… Today I am grateful for my Mom.
She as well has wounds and grief that I understand better now… and we have both healed some.
She has come out of oppressive religion… and embraced a confidence that is hers to own.
She has cast away men who did not value her… and I believe she has found herself a gooder this time.
She has shown up when I needed her… When I spent the night with one of my children in the E.R., I did not worry about the other 2… they were with Grandma.
She gave me a break from my craft fair booth last weekend… not because I asked, but because she volunteered.
She is not perfect… but more importantly I have stopped hoping she will be… I have stopped wishing I was adopted by a Caroline Ingalls and fallen in love with my own mother…sarcasm and all.