Sometimes

Sometimes after I talk to my adult children I have a cry. I miss my mom, I wish I could call her and tell her everything. It’s been 20+ years since I spoke to her, and I still grieve all these years later.

We have two kids graduating, when life is in transition I wish she was here to talk to. I don’t think there will be a time I don’t miss her presence, but on days when life seems chaotic I wish I had my mom to help me navigate. Even though she wasn’t alive to understand my diagnosis of bipolar and autism she always tried to understand my challenges, besides my husband she was the only one who would listen to understand me, I’ve found that to be a rare quality in humans.

I miss her today, I’ll miss her always.