I was really blue as I drove my mom to the airport yesterday. Unlike her last visit when I was quite ready for her to leave, I wanted her to stay a little bit longer. My mom has told me I need to toughen up now that I am a mother, so I fought back the tears as we approached the airport, determined not to let her see me upset.
I was reminded of another time when I was driving her to the airport. I let those tears roll down my face unabashedly. It was shortly after I had moved to Atlanta with the Ex. We had just moved into the drafty palace and she came down to check out our new digs. As I made the long drive to the airport, I was overcome with a sense of sadness. I realized that after she left I was going to be left in this city with no friends and no family. It was just me and him from that point and that made me so sad.
Yesterday, I tried to tell myself that this is different. Foxy is my family and I have a host of friends. But it’s not the same. I still miss my mommy. She’s got my back no matter what.
No matter what.