My mom's visit was this past weekend and although I say this every time, this time it couldn't be more true, but she came at the perfect time. Just when I was hitting the bottom, she was here to pick me up.
Last week was hard, really hard. I was already desperately counting the days until her arrival, but by Friday I was about to burst out of my skin with impatience.
I know that not everyone feels this way about their mother, and maybe society tells us as adults we shouldn't need our moms as much, but I'm not going to feel bad or guilty that I do.
Having my mom in our house feels as if a vibe of peace, safety and calm washes over it. We dial down, truly relax, rest and rejuvenate. We don't have to "do" anything. We are just here and go with the flow and it feels so good.
And this visit was the first in I can't remember how long, that my mom came to just be here -- not for an appointment, surgery or event. One on one time dedicated just to being together for the sake of needing each other. It was grand.
We napped, watched a few movies, she made cookies, we did some retail therapy, but most importantly I just soaked in the "mom" love. It's a special kind of love that I am so blessed to have in my life, unconditionally, no matter what, no matter when.
The weekend was perfect, although never long enough. But I'll see her again next weekend!
I adore the relationship I have with my mom, the mutual respect, need and confidence in us being there for each other is unique and awesome. We don't expect perfection from each other, or to always agree on everything, but just to be accepting of the souls we are. It's rare, but true.
I'm so very blessed to have the mom I have and that is one thing I will not ever take for granted. I'm thankful every day for her and what she has done for our family.
I love you mom, thanks for being here just in the nick of time...