Sometimes, I miss my mom the ways I can't really explain. There are days when life gets so overwhelming, and all I want to do is pick up my phone and call her. I just want to hear her voice, tell her how my day went, complain about the things bothering me, or even cry without having to explain why I'm crying.
You know those moments when you don't necessarily need someone to solve your problems, you just want someone who will listen and make you feel like everything will be fine. That is how I feel sometimes and honestly, nobody does that quite like a mother.
No matter how old we get, I think there will always be a part of us that wants to be treated like a child by our mothers. You could be dealing with adult responsibilities, making difficult decisions, paying bills, and trying to figure life out, but one phone call to your mom can make you feel like that little girl again.
But lately, I have been thinking about something that makes me so emotional. Our parents are getting older too, sometimes, we get so caught up in our own lives that we forget that the people we have always run to for comfort are also growing older and dealing with their own struggles.
I still want to tell my mom everything. I want to involve her in almost every little thing happening in my life but then I remember that she is human too. She gets worried, she gets tired, and sometimes I wonder if constantly bringing every problem to her is fair.
It's not that I don't want her support anymore. Trust me, there are days when I need it more than I can admit. I'm just beginning to understand that I also need to learn how to handle certain things myself. I cannot always run to her whenever life becomes difficult. As much as I wish I could, I know I have to grow into someone who can stand on her own.
And that is one of the hardest parts of growing up. Sometimes, I wish I could pause time. I wish our parents could remain the way we remember them when we were younger, strong, always available, and somehow able to make our problems disappear, but life doesn't work that way.
I don't know if I will ever stop needing my mom, and honestly, I don't think I want to. I just want to learn how to be strong while I still have her around. I want to enjoy her company, call her just to check on her, make her laugh, listen to her stories, and not make every conversation about my problems.
Because one thing I'm beginning to understand is that while I'm busy growing up and trying to figure out life, my mom is also growing older and sometimes, that thought hurts more than I can explain.
If you are lucky enough to still have your mom around, please don't take her presence for granted. Call her, visit her, gist with her, and make time for her. Sometimes, the ordinary moments we barely pay attention to today are the ones we will wish we could experience again tomorrow.
No matter how grown we become, there is just something about being someone's little girl that never really leaves us.
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