On Mothers and Manhattan

Sunday was Mother’s Day.  Every year for me, it’s just another day.  Just another day to remember my mom, and try to remember what it felt like to have one.  Not surprisingly, I tend to be quiet and reflective, preferring to be alone.  When I woke up this year on Mother’s Day, it was no different.  B was headed out the door to play soccer with friends, kissing me as he left.  I laid in bed, playing with my pup, then started thinking about things.  It didn’t take long before my eyes filled with tears, and I had to get up and get moving.  It tends to be the only day I cry about her now.  Sometimes on Christmas too, but mostly just Mother’s Day.  It hurts not having her here to buy flowers for, to spend time with.  I found myself watching tv spacing out to the television for a few hours.  Eventually, I just got up and got to work cleaning and being domestic.  It’s really the only way to let it all go.

I leave for NYC on Thursday morning.  I’m taking off from Richmond at 6 and will be arriving at JFK at 7:15 a.m.  I’m super excited.  I’m going to miss B like crazy, but I love to travel and time away will do my soul some good. 

I promise to post pics when I’m back!  How about that?  Perhaps you’ll even get a few of me, with my face cut out of them.  No promises on that one.  It will be hard to explain that to a friend who doesn’t know about my blog.  But we’ll see what I can pull off.