Mommy dearest!

When I'm up late, and I'm usually up way too late, and I see my mother coming online, I worry about what she would say. Sometimes I kind of try to hide the fact that I'm online, there are different ways to do that, because I know she wants me to sleep once in a while. 

But I can't really hide anything from her and I don't want to. She's my mother. Whatever I do, I always think about her (and my dad too) and I always look forward to telling her about everything I have experienced, the good and the bad, the happy and the sad.
I can always laugh about my many mistakes with her. The greatest thing about her as a mom is that she doesn't expect me to be perfect. She knows I'm not perfect and that's okay because she's not perfect and that's okay. And we're so much alike in our imperfect way that being imperfect like her is actually really great .

When I post a picture on Facebook, and I do that all the time, and my mom likes it, I quickly take a good and hard look at the picture again. It often occurs that I liked it at first but when I try to look at it the way my mother would see it, I don't just see a happy smile but I also see my tired eyes. And I know exactly what she would tell me: to take a rest and to start taking better care of myself.
And I know she worries. She worries all the time and tells me not to worry when I worry. 'Don't waste your brain cells on it', she would say. And she'd say: 'I'm here' and I know she's always there for me even though she's far away. Because she cares about me and she wants me to be healthy and happy. So I tell her not to worry and that I will rest tomorrow and the upcoming days. Well, I'll try.

And I love going home to her and my family. Family means everything to me and I usually go home in the summer, but preferably in the winter because it's always warm there, even when I'm feeling cold to the bone, miserable and alone here.
She asked me if I'll come home this summer and I told her: 'No I'm not coming home this summer'. Not this time. Life made other plans for me. The wind is blowing me in a different direction. Being there is always great but being here feels great now too. And it doesn't always do. 

But no matter where I go, even if I don't go home, I know her heart is always with me and my heart is always with me. And I keep forgetting , even if I'm not going home, that I will see her soon. She will stay at my place and make a mess out of my room, like she always does and that will irritate me a little, but I will keep loving her. Always.

So I wrote this as a facebook status, as I do sometimes. Well to be honest, I do it all the time. And when I get overenthousiastic and inspired and my status becomes too long I usually pick the story up and drop it on my blog. Now you know, that's how it goes.

This time I had my doubts, because this was a story about my mom, not about mothers in general. Who would want to read a story about my mom? So I asked a friend: 'Do you think this is a story I can put on my blog?' And he said: 'The one about your mom? It's too short. But if you want to generalize it or make it longer. Yes.'
I gave that some thought and then I told him: ' Some things don't need to be generalized and that my mommy can not be generalized because she's one of a kind.'
He said: 'Aren't they all one of a kind?' And he was completely right.
'Yes, that's why.'