Once in awhile, you have people in life that "adopt" you, people that take you on as family (and you take them on as yours). It can happen early on in life with some of your besties that you've been around forever or it can happen as an adult but it's always a blessing to add to your support group. I have just such a family that lives nearly a day's travel from me but has blessed me since day one. She became my "mama" when she started keeping an eye out for me when I was a dumb kid that was friends with her daughter. Rebellious, I was not (so much), but dumb and naieve, I definitely was. I would sort of blow it off publically but, behind closed doors, I was thanking God to have someone in my life who was truly watching out for me....someone who put her kids first and supported them even in the worst times.
As I got older, Mama was still there for me. She was there through marriage, kids, and then divorce. She was there through moves, ups and downs, and side to sides. She gave me advice when I needed it and hugs when I couldn't find the words. She gave me encouragement when I was scared to death and laughed with me in the best of times. We shared card games, movies, and just had long talks. She was one of the few adults in my life that I can truly say was there for me 100% all of the time from day one.
Even now, Mama B holds a special place in my heart. In every truly necessary way, she's my mom. She's the person who supports me no matter what, loves me unconditionally (even when I'm not so loveable) and shares the good, the bad and the ugly with me. Her daughters, who I refer to as my "adopted sisters" are some of my best friends (as they have been since the day this crazy "adopted" relationship started) and I share in their celebrations from afar. I can only hope to someday be HALF as wonderful as Mama has been to me, both individually and for my children's friends. I can only pray that I can fill a gap in their lives the way she has filled a gap in mine.
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