a moment: mother and son

I had no idea what I was going to blog about tonight until I got home. Actually even when I got home I wasn't sure. It didn't hit me until ten minutes ago when I went up to my mom's room to say goodnight to her.

She reminded me of my various tasks for tomorrow and came to give me a hug goodnight. I asked her if I could have a small back scratch.

She pulled me in for a hug and told me I might as well scratch her back too.

I stood there, about a head taller than my mom and scratched her back. The saying you scratch my back and I'll scratch yours couldn't have been portrayed any more perfectly.

The back scratch only lasted about a minute, but in those sixty seconds a thousand thoughts ran through my head. Thoughts that make me sick to my stomach. Thoughts of leaving my mom.

In a minute long embrace my mind was flooded with all the things I'll miss about my mom when I'm gone next year. She'll only be a phone call away but there are certain things I won't be able to replace. Like her back scratches, her cooking, her dry sense of humor, and her overall understanding of me. My mom knows me so well. She can read my idiosyncrasies like no other. My mom lets me live my life on my terms and she trusts me to make the right decisions.

In those 60 seconds where my mom had her head against my chin I felt closer to her than I have in the long time. The last time my mom and I really had a moment was five months ago. That moment was a tear jerker. She only said six words, "How bad did she hurt you?" And that's all she needed to say.

My mom is one of my best friends, and I don't care how uncool that sounds because it's the truth. I'll never love a girl as much as I love my mom. One day I'll find one who will come pretty close, and I hope that girl becomes my wife.

My mom is a beautiful woman, a dreamer, a realist, a cook, a provider, an educator, and a mother.
She's funny, honest, educated, eloquent, hard of hearing, short, motherly, and goodhearted.

She's many things, and above all, at this point in my life, she's a mother to me. One day I'll cross the stage where my mom is really a friend, but she'll always be my mother before anything else.

Funny how a back scratch sent me on this spiel, I guess that's what represents my mom the most to me.

I love you ma.

NP:Imagine- Jack Johnson