Grieve her again
It’s Mother’s Day. It’s Mother’s Day, and I know someone whose mother died last month. When I found out, I sent a simple text. It was maybe a <3 or something because I never know if someone actually wants to talk when they’re grieving; they did, and I expressed my deepest condolences. Among the messages I exchanged with this person, I believe one was, “When my mother dies, I think I’ll feel the earth crack apart”. I meant it too. I’m a mama’s girl and an intensively anxious one. As a little girl, I developed such severe separation anxiety that I couldn’t eat or sleep without being near my mother. She gave me ways to work through it, but for years I didn’t leave the house except to go to school. For the first five years of my life, she had been a stay-at-home mom. After their divorce, I lost both of my parents. My dad lived “somewhere else” as my mind knew it. My mom was always either at work or resting. Kindergarten was a difficult transition for me - from having a soft, 1950’s...