For the past few years, I often find myself in search of a woman I used to know.
She has been with me all of my life, from the very first moment I took my first breath. She was once my caregiver & my protector. She was my moral compass. She has been my rock, my go to person. No matter what the issue. No topic was taboo. No problem was to big or too small.
She could bring a smile to my face by simply being with me, a calm to my stress with just the sound of her voice. Her laughter, her sense of fun & adventure, was never-ending. Her social calendar was always full, she loved nothing more than to plan the next get together. She moved through life tackling whatever challenge happened to be tossed in her path.
She was and continues to be my biggest fan. For this woman is my mother.
There is a certain sadness that comes with watching our parents age. Our hearts break as we bear witness to their day-to-day struggles of declining physical & mental health, managing loneliness & depression, along with whatever additional ailments they are dealing with.
I am so grateful to still have my mom in my life, but there are days when I long for that vibrant person of days gone by.
The one who taught me to believe in myself, to live life with enthusiasm, to grab hold & embrace it for all that it offers us.
Today, I just needed to reflect & remember her.