mother daughter bond

     As a child I use to visit my mother every other weekend. And every weekend when I went home I went through the same process. I would sit in back of the car, the darkness of night covering me as I pretended to sleep but I was not sleeping I was trying not reveal the pain that came with separating. Tears streaming down my cheeks and and wiping my snot on my sleeve the pain rose from my belly to my heart and came streaming forth in a gush of tears. Every other Sunday. But I always had the hope to come of the next weekend.

      And then in the 7th grade at 13 my mom moved away, this time the seperation so unbearable. I remember being at school the next day unfunctionable my head on the desk and crying most of the day.  But I kept the hope to maybe I will get to see her next summer.

Then in college, this one was the worst of all, I went to see my Mom in Wisconsin. I got to experience her salvation and then after a glorious week of mother daughter bonding I had to leave again. I remember making it to the end of the drive way, trying so hard to hold back the tears once again and my friend said Nat... Its ok to cry if you need to. And 20 minutes later I found my self recovering my breathing.

And now 8 years later, I find my self in the same predicament as I feel the pain of separating once again. This time its because the woman on the other side of the phone is not herself. In so much pain that she can not speak, weak herself with tears and cries wondering if she her self will make the great Separation... And mostly... This is somewhat unbearable...

She needs a miracle...