Day 19

I’m lucky to have a wonderful mother, but unlucky to have her living in a different state. While we talk often, we don’t see each other as much as I’d like. My father has Alzheimer’s so they don’t travel as much as they used to. It doesn’t matter how old I get, there’s something special about being with my mother. It makes me feel grounded somehow, protected, sheltered when I’m with her. In a strange way, it lifts the burdens of my own life because with her, my primary role is daughter. Not mother, teacher, homeowner, bill payer…with her I’m mostly daughter. It’s a nice break.

While I can’t be with her often, I am privileged to have other women in my life who help me feel similarly. One is a woman who has become somewhat of a surrogate mother. She has no children of her own, and we have jokingly said that we’ve adopted each other. Hers is the name I put down on forms that request an alternate family member contact. She’s the one I call when I’m needing a literal shoulder to cry on. And she has supported me in every conceivable way in the past 15 or so years I’ve been blessed to have her in my life. It’s without guilt that I send her a Mother’s Day card in addition to my “real” mother. The other woman in my life I’ve known equally as long, having worked with her at the college before her retirement, and now after as a part-time employee in my department. We’ve become closer in recent years through mutual life events. She’s become a trusted advisor and confidante and is one of those classy women most of us aspire to be.

I had both of them over for brunch this morning. The three of us don’t always get together at the same time, so we had fun sharing stories and decorating ideas. It was a relaxing morning and the time sped by while we got caught up. It’s wonderful to have people in my life whose friendship is so comfortable and effortless. It’s even better when they feel like family. I’m so thankful to have them in my life.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s