I used to really dread calling my mom on the phone.
Now, I would give anything to be able to hear her voice. It wouldn’t matter what she said, or what she would do.
My mom’s anger and frustration was one of the worst things in the world to me. I avoided it at all costs.
Now, I would give anything to see her angry or frustrated. Just to see her.
I would take her and all that she was and cherish it. Every part.
It feels like she’s been gone forever, and yet like she’s right there. Just a phone call away.
Her number is still in my cell phone.
I called it tonight. Just wondering. Just wondering if it would go to her voice mail and I could hear her voice. But it has been disconnected.
And so … I end this saying, daughters … be good to your mothers… because some things just aren’t as big a deal as we make them. Because there are worse things than an angry or frustrated mother. There are worse things than petty arguments. Here me when I say this, there are things far, far worse…
And I have seen them.
And I would gladly go back to what she and I had because, looking back, it wasn’t that bad afterall.
In fact, it was pretty great. Cause she was here.