Suburban Goddess

I’ve always depended on my mother. Anytime I hit a rough spot in my life, she’s the first person I call. She’s always been there for me, without fail. But this weekend I realized, I’ve never really DONE anything with my mom. We took a trip together to Boston about a year ago, and it was an experience I’ll never forget. Occasionally, we as daughters get the opportunity to see our mothers as women, not as MOM. We forget they had a life before us, and a life after we left their home. We forget that there’s actually a PERSON there, a person who had hopes & dreams of their own.

Mom spent all week cooped up in the house with my sick child, and I felt so guilty, even though I knew she enjoyed the time alone with Alex. So I wanted to just take her to a movie (because I knew even in the rare occasion that she actually gets to go see one, chances are, my father picks it out.) So we had many choices before us, and she made her decision.

Night At The Musuem.

Not exactly what I had in mind (I was ready for a good chick flick, just because I have that freedom now), but it was the least I could do as a measure of gratitude to the woman who has given up so much of herself to call herself my mother.

As the movie progressed, I was often distracted by the sound of my mother’s laughter. She rarely laughs with such abandon. It made me so happy to just get her out of the house and do something, albeit a small something, but something nevertheless, for her. I wish I could do more for her. I wish she lived closer. I wish I hadn’t wasted all that time I had when I lived closer to her.

I appreciate things a lot more now than I used to. I love you, Mom.

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