Tonight I phoned my mother, as I often do. It is my way of checking in and making sure all is ok with my world. I love my mom, I admire her, and I feel lucky to call her "mom".
Somwhow I was smart enough to choose her as my mom before I came into this world. She is wise and kind and full of this knowledge I cannot even begin to match. I tell her everything. I turn to her with all my aches and pains, she responds like an angel full of belief and promise.
She is my champion, my shield against the world. She adores Brian, and on nights, like tonight when I call, full of tears and confusion, she is like the Lighthouse in the fog.
Until next time-
C
