I never missed having a mom, does that sound calloused? Life was what it was. And I'm sure, like so many other people without mothers, other women and even our fathers, gain increasing importance. I adored my father, he answered all the questions I had, even about shaving my legs and puberty, which I suppose must have been awkward for him.
If he didn't know what to do, he steered me to my mom's sister. She stepped in and has been so good to me, welcoming me into her family.
Happy Mother's Day, Auntie.
There is something that I have learned from not growing up with my mother, families aren't always made by blood. Along life's journey, I have met so many amazing women, (and people in general), whom I love more than so many family members. Family is about hearts really and who you open your arms too. It's about the people you trust, and confide in and the people who makes life's moments special.
My great-aunts have always been there, and the women I worked with at the local Deli, even one of the women I taught computer skills to while working at the library.
I think sometimes people don't realize how many lives they touch with their kind words....
so to all the women in my life, thank-you. xo <3