Mama’s Baby.

This is my mother.

She is my rock, my compass, my best friend.

Whenever we see each other, she always gives me a big rocking hug that all at once comforts me and makes me squeal with joy.  We usually end up talking a mile a minute about any and everything even though we may have just talked to each other the previous day.

She tells it like it is. She is always there when I need her. She doesn’t judge( at least not out loud or to your face) and she always has a kind word.

I love her.

And I love it when she is here.

I hate that she lives 2 1/2 hours away and I can’t just drive up the street to her house like I did when we lived in DC. I hate that I can’t just drop by just to see what she is cooking.  I hate that Pookah can’t see her everyday.

Technology helps. I can put photos on Facebook for her to see, I can text her a quick photo. I call her on the way home from work, just to tell her about my day. I scold her about taking care of herself, and I am fiercely protective of her. I will hunt.you.down if you mess with my mama.

But even though I talk to her every day, there is nothing in the world like having her here. I admit that I cried when she left on Monday. I didn’t let her see me, but I cried.  Like a baby. Like I wouldn’t see her in two months at Christmas. Like I wouldn’t talk to her on the phone later that night.

What is ironic is that Pookah is the same way about her. He stalked her when she was here. She couldn’t move without him knowing where she was.  He was actually mad at me when they left to go home.

Sigh.

We miss her still….