MOTHERHOOD IS PRICED OF GOD. AT PRICE NO MAN MAY DARE TO LESSEN OR MISUNDERSTAND. - Helen Hunt Jackson
Yesterday I had a very bad, no good, awful day. (What was the book with something like this title?) In the process I was mean to my Meezer. I can honestly say that after the age of nineteen I am NEVER mean to my Meez. She is the greatest person on the planet. She is my hero, my mentor, my inspiration. And I was mean to her because I was having a bad day.
But, that is not what this post is about. This post is about the fact that in all of my selfish glory, I took it out on my mom...and she doesn't care. She is more concerned with why I was having a very bad, no good, awful day. That is what true love is.
I am so blessed that I had a mother with the good sense to fight me when I was young and that has turned into my very best friend. It feels so good to know that no matter how icky and yucky things are on certain days that she is there to proclaim I am the best.
I realized last night as I was rocking my little stinker to sleep that I feel the same way about her. No matter what her issue is of the day, or how frazzled and annoyed I am, she gets every ounce of my heart....unconditionally.
It feels so good to be loved and to love in that way.
I WANT TO BE LIKE YOU - A WELL-WATERED GARDEN WHOM FRAGRANCE CAUSES ALL AROUND TO BREATH IN.....DEEPLY. -Kimber Annie Engstrom
I love you Meezer.