I didn't used to be close to my mom. Not at all. There was no real reason for it, she wasn't mean or abusive, she was just not open. We didn't have the kind of relationship where I could talk to her about my life. I was raped when I was 18 and I couldn't tell my mom. She didn't seem to care to know about my life or my friends or my boyfriends or what I was doing with my time. I moved 4 hours from home and would only talk to her maybe once a month, if that.
Earlier this year she had a stroke and it was the hardest thing I've ever dealt with. My dad didn't even call my brother and I to let us know what was going on. We got calls from my mom's friend asking if she was in the hospital and if she was okay and my mind just went into frantic WTF mode. When we called the hospital they could only tell us that yes, she was there, but they were not allowed to tell us her condition or what was wrong with her at all. Of course the worst possibilities were running through my mind and I thought I was too young to lose my mom and instantly regretted all the years I haven't even tried to make her open up.
That night is the first time IN MY LIFE that I told my mom I loved her. Thank God she is now okay, and I now make a point to call her almost every single day.
__________________ Lindsey and Layla, Lucy, and Kash  |