Most days these days I just want to get in my car and be home. And by that I mean the home I once knew. The Michigan home with my mom, with the family that felt like it did when I had my mom, with the love and safety I felt welcomed by at most every turn.
Most days these days I just want to have her to talk to, to speak every word I think and feel and just dump them at her feet. To have her insight and knowledge, her similar values pouring love and foundation and steadiness to my unstable days. I want her care for family and her understanding to give breath to mine as I fight upstream trying to figure this out.
Most days I just want to be a kid on her lap, a teen at her table, an adult at her counter and spill out everything I think and feel and have her take it in, safely, lovingly, her mom-way. I want her confidante, the way I trusted her, the way I knew the words that came from her were safe. I want her to be with me, walking these roads, and caring about these steps.
Most days these days I just want to slip into never-never land and wish it true. Wish that safety wasn't stolen, and I that could find her love, her support, her guidance, her secrecy, her trust, her values and live steadily in them....
Love you friend...
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing, Christina. You are loved!
ReplyDeletelove Christina...... miss seeing you all............ the Stones......................
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