I remember when I was small and sick and just having my mother there made things so much better. Nothing was quite as scary if she was there.
That pretty much ended when I went away to college. I’m grown up now and know that I can pretty much handle things on my own most of the time.
The other day when I had to have tests done at the hospital and it seemed like they had forgotten I was even there; I looked up and saw a familiar form in the distance. For a minute I thought I was imagining things.
A feeling of warmth and love like I haven’t felt in years washed over me and I was almost afraid to breathe, or look away because I thought it would disappear.
Honestly, it was like one of those movies where the sound track just builds as the person draws closer and closer.
It was my long time friend of nearly forty years, a person who has managed to stay in touch with me over many miles and through all sorts of transitions on both our parts. She was there to visit her father, but it was a gift to me that I desperately needed at the time.
She has a knack for being in the right place at the right time. She has taught me more about mothering and loving than anyone I know.
In that moment, nothing in the universe could have given me more comfort.
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