The Day She Arrived

I was not prepared to be a single parent, I need to rephrase that. I had all the stuff, and my finances were ok, it was the emotional part... the I have no idea how I’m going to do this part. I was sick from day one to the two weeks over due day she was born. Labour was horrible, soooo you can guess my confidence of the whole situation was pretty much nothing. It’s very overused, but that first look at her, told me nothing else mattered.

I had loved and lost before In relationships. And many times since I didn’t really believe love existed. Except for her, I’ve never know a deeper love then being her mom. There is honestly very few people in this world I would die for, she is one. We don’t always like each other, again single mom right up until she was 23, we had some battles. But I never ever closed the door on her. That love, even at its ugliest confrontation, still washed over my heart and kept us talking. If she was ever in trouble, I would be there in a heartbeat. And when she needed to learn some hard lessons, she had no idea how hard it was to let her fall so she could grow as a person.

When we lived far apart, different province, and not really on good terms, it was really mourning the closeness we had. When she returned, she may have looked at me funny...mom it was only a two hour flight away, seriously..I was in tears as my heart actually felt in one piece again. That kind of love is such a special love.