Your physical looking glass tasted your tears when she cried her own..

[mini sari]

Countless years of separation, Dissolved from the family portrait when I believed to have needed my other the most.
A young girl, I was, In desperate need of nurturing and guidance from the one who brought me life. You.
For so long, I felt worthless. As if the person who beard me for nine months and raised me for 8 years no longer had love within her heart for me.
I felt as if perhaps I had done you wrong, But as I grew older, I learned that this wasn't the case.
As you look at me now, You see your reflection. A young woman in your physical image with your same emotional insecurities and countless stresses.
You reach out to me, And have for so long, But the wall that I have built up around me exterior has kept you from intruding. For so long, You've been unwelcome in my heart.
But with a simple phone call, An "I love you," And a second chance at life that has now been granted to me by God, I see that you never meant to harm me.
I am you, I feel your pain because I live it each day.
Tears of your own stream from my face and I can taste our tears together.
I want to say I love you, I understand now, I know you didn't want for us to be this way.
Your first daughter, I was, The love of your life I am and always will be.
This isn't a sorry, I'm not sorry for anytime that I made you cry.. Because both of us have cried ourselves to sleep an equal amount of times.
This is me breaking down my walls, This is me welcoming you back, This is me shedding the past and giving tomorrow a better chance and making today a reason to smile.
I need you because, As much as I sometimes don't want to admit it, I am you.
I love you.
You're still my mommy, And I'm not perfect either.

 

[cherub]

I hope you gave that to her for mothers day, i don't think there would have been a better gift then to read something like that.

Parents aren't perfect either we tend to forget that. They just try and do the best they can also.

*hugs* definately seemed to be touched by the things you write.

 

[neverwas]

your peice makes me think about my mother's day and how every year it rocks by it brings with it another year of no mother/daughter contact

i only have a photo of her to go by. i dont even remember what her voice sounds like

This is me breaking down my walls, This is me welcoming you back, This is me shedding the past and giving tomorrow a better chance and making today a reason to smile.
I need you because, As much as I sometimes don't want to admit it, I am you.
I love you.
You're still my mommy, And I'm not perfect either.

you write so well with such emotion.