Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Mama's Girl

My mom is moving to Florida. Like, right now. As I write this.

In a way, it's like losing her all over again. Part of me feels like that 18 year old girl, striving to walk the tenuous tightrope between resentment and understanding. I’ve fallen off on both sides.

I’ve had a lot of practice being brave. Especially lately. But right now, I can’t be brave. I don’t want to be brave. I want my mama.


  1. I am so sorry. I can be a stand in when you really need it. I know it won't be the same but maybe it will help a little.