Mother’s Day
Resting by her side caressing her hand while laying my head under her nose. By doing so, I'm able to trace the patterns of her breath, and the breath of life breeze I feel as I put my head on her side. Desperately reassuring myself that because she is still breathing, she is still fighting. I begin to reminisce about all the good times but bothered and somewhat mad at myself for spending so much time upset by the actions that I at one time perceived as hurtful. As a mother myself I now realize that we make a gang of mistakes and at times bad decisions concerning or children and family. But our intentions are always what we perceive as what was best for our children and entire family. Nevertheless, we love all of our children, but guess what we are human and mothering is l earned as we go and grow... While Sitting at my mother’s bedside I look back at all of the things we could have done, all of the time we have lost... All of the moments we shared and co...
