Let's just get this out of the way real quick. My mother and I do not have the relationship that I wish we did. To try and explain it simply and without any biased romanticism, we just operate on different planes.
While this obvious, gaping distance between us has put a strain on my living situation (especially in this past year), there are certain things that just make all of it inconsequential.
My mother is the dreamer. The reader. She is the arts and crafts. The stationary and matching wrapping paper. She is the theater enthusiast. The sports fanatic. She is all of the family tradition and tireless work ethic.
My living, breathing reminder that dreams can only get you so far. That in order to live the way you desire you have to put in the effort to change. To grow. To challenge yourself.
Thank you, Mom. For the things you'll never know and never do.
I promise you... I'll do them for the both of us.
1 comment:
lizzi. i've read this a number of times. and each time i seem to take something different from it and what lies between it's lines. you are one remarkable lady, you know that?
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