Okay

I love my mother. She brought me into this world, so how can I not. Though my love for my mother is there, something else is missing. A friendship, and no communication. I've often struggled trying to fathom the idea of two people who are practically a part of eachother, can barely speak to the other. Let alone even look the other in the eye. It wasn't until recently that I came find the reason for our noexisting relationship with her. That I caused this distance. That when we hug the eachother it feels as thought there are a million seas between us two. Why did I let this happen. I have experience few hardships in my life. I needed her, they were unbearable. I knew though with her help I could get through anything. As long as she was there for guidance, and comfort. I tried recalling back to my childhood when my mom and me were very close. And on saturday mornings I would come into her room and crawl into bed with her, only to sleep the morning away together. I guess somewhere along my teenage years I forgot all of this. So just the other day I went into her room and crawled in her bed. She was surprized, we talked for hours about all my problems. We laughed together and cried together. She held me close, and kissed my forehead and told me it was going to be okay. And in that very moment everything was okay. Because I was there with my mother The piece I lost. And longed for. Today I got it back, and all is okay.