When nothing seems to align like it did mere moments ago
When tears and snot and puffy eyes take heed
When Father just doesn’t get it
When all that was once rational becomes an illogical pile of
crap
Mama knows exactly
what to say
I wouldn’t trade these life-realigning talks on my childhood
bed for the world. It’s almost mystical how the frustrating language barrier in
our day-to-day conversations diminishes when Mama wants to really get through
to me. It thrills and terrifies me to realize how similar we are in psyche-
down to fears and regrets she has that I’ve always feared regretting. Her
selflessness is unmatched, despite the painful inner dialogue she experiences
on a daily basis. Now is her time. 22 years was more than enough, both for her sacrifice
and for the excuses she made to stay comfortable. She wants more than anything
for me not to do the same.
Happy day for you, Mama. I love you, thank you.
