Someday she won’t want to take pictures with her Mommy. Someday she will have more important things to do than follow me around, pulling on my pant leg so I will hold her.
She won’t want to sit on the counter and watch me put on my makeup, nor will she want to sit in my lap and read the same book over and over again. I know she will become independent – her own busy person – I know this because that’s what happened to me when I grew up.
For quite some time, I didn’t want anything to do with my Mom. I was too cool – I had no time – and friends took precedence over family. I remember yelling at her in high school for getting mad at me when I got caught doing something wrong. Yelling at my Mom for caring about me?? I was an awful teenager.
Nowadays, I crawl in her lap like I am 5 and beg her to play with my hair. I call her 100 times a day – when I am upset, mad, or bored – sometimes just to hear her voice. I beg her to fly down to Georgia to take care of me when I’m sick or when I’ve just had a baby. I look forward to every moment we spend together – even if she does drive me crazy a little bit sometimes. I love everything about her – her smell, her smile, her hugs. Sometimes I just can’t get enough.
It’s funny how the way I need my Mom mirrors the way Annabelle needs me. Moms just make everything better.
Sometimes I wonder if I should pay extra attention to the moments Annabelle and I have together… when she makes me feel like I am the most important person in her world. But then, I realize that even though there will be a time in our future when I won’t be number 1, she’ll come back to me. Just like I came back to my Mom… because for some of us, Mothers are our everything. All that I am. All that I hope to be. I owe to my Mother.