Mama
You said "Mama" twice today.
There is one word from one mouth that has the power to drop me to my knees and wait for command.
It's a word that rivals the angels' song and turns clamor into the smoothest whiskey.
The most treacherous river rapids couldn't steer me from answering to that sweet, sweet word.
Mama.
On August 6, 2022 I heard you say it for the first time, and for many months, I cursed myself because I couldn't remember you saying it for the last time.
Alas, my resilient girl, you made up your mind to call to me again. Your mama.
Sometimes you're able to manage a very strained "ma" or "mum." While those variations also elicit a similar response, you can't possibly imagine the pride I feel for the fight you serve. Your body tells you no, but your response says - watch me.
And in those rare, shut-up-and-listen moments, the times when "mama" comes from your mouth without effort, I feel weightless, at peace and in awe. It's in those moments I realize I'm watching your journey unfold. I am a witness to your victory. And, I stand ready to either clear your way or get the hell out of the way. Regardless of the part you need me to play, I'll be the loudest one cheering in the room.
Because I'm Yours,
Mama