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Laugh with my mother

Dec29
Luther Vandross has a beautiful song, “Dance with my Father,” that is a tribute to a child’s memories of their beloved parent.  I am definitely Daddy’s girl.  I do cherish my closeness with him but lately I make an extra effort to strengthen my relationship with my mom.  This is a welcome change.
Mom and I haven’t shared a lifelong closeness. I search my memory for moments that parallel those I share with my own daughter. They are indeed two very different mother-daughter relationships. In part to my tumultuous relationship with my mom, I work at being close with M. I want her to be mommy’s girl. I am thrilled that she helps me put ingredients in the Crockpot. We have nightly story time even if I’m exhausted.  I love our mother-daughter outings to new places, tantrums and all. 
As for my bond with my own mom, we have both genuinely put in the time and struggle to heal and renew.  What I love best is when we laugh and laugh, over the phone or in person. We laugh about my dad’s penchant for folk music, about bizarre headlines, about how my first attempt at cupcake making ended up in the compost bin.  That laughter is precious. 
At nearly 40, I am finally my momma’s girl.  

A possible return?

Nov24

“The only person,besides me, who could affect my wellness is busy peddling his wares…” from a MySpace conversation between yours truly and the long-lost Izzy

Ahh Izzy, child of my heart. Of all my proteges and adopted children, he is the only one to honor me on Mothers’ Day, the only one to break my heart the way some men have. Often lost in his own quandaries and existential wonderings, he is nevertheless steadfast. Because he truly knows and accepts me, he knows to come home. He knows the door to my soul is not shut when I feel love. He knows I forgive.

Izzy and I have had to separate many times. This time, I needed to put my mind back together. What little energy I had after July 2nd I could not expend on others(though one person on the planet did continue to receive my energy but that is another theme)so we agreed to part ways. But time has passed. I am healing. I am strong again.
So is he back? I am open to his return. He is, after all, an old and true friend. He is an ally.