I miss my mom.
She wasn't perfect and she didn't always get me. And she wasn't always there for me. But sometimes the hurt is so big, so overwhelming and there's no answer and nothing you can do. And when that happens, the only thing that helps is to put your head in your mother's lap and let the sobs rack your body while she brushes your hair with her fingertips.
I hurt like that today.
I need a mommy.
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I am sorry.
I understand.
Would you like a cup of cocoa or some coffee?
I have both.
And I'll make popcorn.
I'm sorry too. =(
We can strive to be mothers for each other, as well as the sisters that we often feel ourselves to be --
to be nurturing, comforting, warm, tender, fierce, loving, guiding, firm, pliant, forgiving.
Our traditions say much about God the Father. But God is also our mother: El Shaddai, the god of mountain-breasts, bountiful and comforting.
You will always have a mommy. And she loves you.
Thank you all. Thank you for caring and thank you for taking the time to let me know that you care.
I wish I could see you all in person to give you big hugs and let you know how much it really means to me to know there are people thinking of me when I feel this way.
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