I need to write. I’ve been meaning to write. I’ve been meaning to set time aside. I’ve been meaning to. I’ve been meaning to. But there are so many things that have almost lost the words. Or maybe just one thing. Because I’ve felt a little numb. Or maybe I’ve felt as though something was missing and it’s not a space I can fill. And I haven’t even been trying to fill it.
I’ve missed my mother lately. I always thought that we never learned to love each other right. I thought we were too different to understand each other, but I have realized that we were almost too much alike. She raised me to be strong and independent. She raised me to value intelligence and adventure. She raised me to never say no to the possibilities. She raised me to value my own opinion, but to learn the opinions of others. I am who I am because of who she raised me to be.
I find that I talk about her more now than I ever did before. She was always a fixture in my life, even when I moved thousands of miles away from her. She wasn’t everything that I thought a mother was supposed to be, but she was a thousand times better than her mother could have ever hoped to have been. She was everything she knew how to be.
And maybe I’m just angry. Maybe I’m angry that I never got to show her my new home. I’m angry that I can’t ask her questions about living on my own that a daughter should get to ask her mom. I’m angry that I’ll never get to introduce her to Bobby and ask her how she likes him. I’m angry that I can’t travel with her anymore, even though she’s who put the love of travel in me. I’m angry that life goes on, even when it doesn’t.
And I think I’m allowed to be angry. And I’m allowed to not talk about it, because there’s nothing for anyone to say.
On Sunday, while I worked, Bobby spent mother’s day with his family. He told me that his dad had gotten me a white carnation, because that’s a southern tradition. You get someone a white carnation if they don’t have a mother on mother’s day. It was my first mother’s day without her. It was my first carnation.