My Mother and I circa 1976
My (Step)Mother and I circa 2004
As we rapidly approach Mother's Day 2009, I am missing my Moms, both of them. My first Mama, the woman who gave me life and treated me like a princess for the first 8 years of my life, died when I was 8, on the 4th of July, 1979. When she died, she took a piece of my heart with her.
Not long after, my father remarried. My 2nd Mama, the woman who cared for an ungrateful, smart mouthed, angry girl from age 8 to 17 (and beyond, do we ever stop needing our moms?) died just a year ago yesterday, April 21, 2008. My heart aches as I continue to miss her and her advice (that I never admitted to needing or using, but always did both.)
I hope they both know that I loved them both equally and yet, very differently. One literally gave me roots, and the other wings.