Sunday, September 19, 2010
Collection of Hearts
The heart I like the most is the plate that was a gift one year from my Mom, probably twenty years ago. It says: "Always my Daughter, now too my Friend"
I am definitely a daughter to my mother but am I also her friend? She's beyond having friends at this phase of her life. Were we ever really friends? There was so much I kept from her, so much I tried to protect her from learning about my life. But, there were also times when I let it all hang out, the raw edges of my pain, the fear, and the uncertainty. She was always there for me. Just like a friend.