When I think of my mother I think of a woman overflowing with both love and fear. I like to think — whether by nature or nurture, mitochondrial DNA or hearing her “awww” at every baby she ever saw — that the reason I always find love welling up inside me is because of her. As cynical as I wish I could be at moments, as inconvenient as feeling so much love can be, I wouldn’t want to change that.
But the other part of her, the fearful side of her, the self-described “scaredy cat” aspect of her is a legacy I can choose to either carry on or leave behind with her ashes.
I will do what I can to live out only the best part of her.
I love you, Mom.
Catching up on your life. Coming across this photo made me sad and comfortable at the same time. She would be so proud of the man you have become, striving to live out only the best part of her. xo
Thank you. xo