I miss my Mom. Not the one who tried to micromanage my life, the one who I’d lock horns with every new adventure I wanted to try. The one who’d make me so angry our conversations ended in shouting matches.
No, the other one.
The one who could be so generous, you’d forget to close your gaping “surprise mouth.” The one who seemed to know I was at my wit’s end and offer help. The one who took my baby son from my arms and settled him right down when he wouldn’t stop crying. The one who taught me to laugh away my fears, who taught me about loyalty and persistence. The one who loved fiercely, like the lioness she was. The one who loved people and allowed them to spill out their secrets to her. The one who’d keep those secrets until her dying day. The one who loved to laugh. The one who sang me songs and taught me to pray.
That’s the one.
That’s the one I miss.
That’s the one I love.
That’s the one I remember.
Have a great week peeps! I’ll be travelogging if there’s something travel-worthy to share.
Chronicles of Cammy, my Fool's Journey and Travelogue 
Love this picture!