maybe it's something that comes with age. maybe it's just one of those days. but whatever it is, this morning i woke up to a call from my mother. and for the first time.. maybe - ever - my heart sat up and did a little twirl and said hello. and she was truly the one person i desired to talk to just then.
i know plenty of girls my age who enjoy sister-like closeness with the women who begot them. i have never been one of those girls. and i might never be. and that's okay. but today.. i woke up and heard the singing-smiling voice of the woman who stitched my name into a shirt months before i was even conceived. "hey, you were almost born on this day, kiddo." and i felt for that moment like i had reached down and touched my source, my pulse. and it's new. and it's amazing. and it's the something i didn't even know i needed. so.. today. thanks. for that.
happy valentine's day, mom. i love you.
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