Mother's Day

Not everyone had a good mother. I have friends whose mothers were awful mothers. Mothers who did their best, but still didn't do the things a mother should do. Mothers who resented their own children. Mothers who dealt with their own shortcomings by punishing any perceived flaws in their children.

A mother's main job is to love her children unconditionally. My siblings and I were blessed to have one of the best at the job. No matter what I did, or what I said, or how horribly I behaved, I always knew my mother loved me. She might be pissed as hell at me, but she still loved me.

She and my father managed, with very little money, to feed us all, keep us in clothes, keep us healthy, and keep a well maintained house, with comfortable places to sleep, and books to read.

My mother and I are soul mates. Not that mishy-mushy 'one man one woman one soul' stuff, but souls who are inextricably linked throughout time. We revolve around each other (along with a couple of other souls) through lifetime after lifetime. Our relationships may change, but we are always together.

She complains sometimes (rarely) about age related physical changes affecting her, but all I see when I look at her is the beautiful person she is, and that bright and shining soul which serves as a beacon and an anchor in my life. I shudder to think where and what I would be had I not had her strong, loving presence in my life.

I love you, Mama. Always have, always will.