I Really Miss My Mom - For You Mother - She's Not With Us Anymore
My Mom Would Understand
I miss my mom. Some days I sit and think about her all day, other days something small will remind me of her. The other day I picked up the phone and dialed her number. It was the number I could call her at for the last twenty five years. Of course, no one answered. And I cried for the next twenty minutes. I really miss her.
There are things I would like to tell her. Her great-grandson just learned his alphabet and he is only two. Her other great-grandson learned to say his cousins name – although he says it “My Mies” instead of Miles. Her granddaughter is pregnant with her first child.
I want to talk to her about my day at work. She understood my crazy days working with children in my special education class. She understood because she worked as a nurse in an Alzheimer’s unit in a nursing home. She often said that the only difference between our jobs was the age of our “kids.” She understood when I told her how much I loved the little stinker who hit me in the eye, because she loved her patients that hit her and bruised her arms in the same way.
I just want to call her up and tell her about how wonderful my husband is. She would sit and listen, happy that I was finally happy, but still not completely trusting my husband. She saw how bad it was in my previous marriage, and sat listening to me cry for many hours. She wanted things to better for me, but had trouble trusting people enough to believe that I really did find a wonderful man this time.
I just want to talk to her one more time. To tell her how much I love her. Spend one more Christmas with her. One more New Year’s Eve. One more Survivor or Big Brother season. Like the song says, Just one more day….
I miss my mom. I really want to talk to her one more time. She would understand how much I needed someone to just listen…
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