The Gift {W}rite of Passage
December 28, 2009
The gift..
It was love.
The love from my husbands Mother .
The memory of her and I taking a walk on Christmas eve, arm in arm as the snow fell around us, talking and laughing and even moments of comfortable silence.
It wasn’t always this way . Oh heavens no, you see – I was the girl who stole her sons heart. The girl that took him from his Momma, OR.. so she felt. Initially, I was on probation with her. Until THAT Christmas eve . That walk together. The gift she gave me that night was a gift from her heart. I’ll never forget how she turned to me and took my face into her hands and kissed my cheek, tears softly falling and her voice wavering. She thanked ME. Thanked me for loving her son. I remember wiping my own tears and hugging her tight, promising always to love him with all of my heart. Always.
That night changed our entire relationship. That night it became a friendship, a mentorship of sorts. She became such an important part of my life. She taught me SO much and she will forever be in my heart.
Rest in peace, Momma B . You are so missed .. xoxo
*I am by NO means a writer, but I strive to be better. That is why I want to do this {W}rite of Passage. This post is LATE – but in all fairness, I was VERY ill over the holidays.
