Mama

Until 3 years ago, when I acknowledged I was sick and sought help, I viewed my mother as just the person that gave birth to me.  Sounds cold, but so was she.  As long as I did everything right and didn't stir the water everything was fine.  She and my father are ostriches with their parenting styles; if something is wrong or troublesome they stick their heads in the sand and hope it goes away.  I'm assuming this was how they were raised since I've read you tend to following your parents' parenting styles.  But when I got sick, and was removed from work for 3 months, my mama changed.  She became the mama that I've always needed.  She lost her coldness and became loving and supportive.  She stayed up with me many a night when I couldn't sleep.  She's totally got my back.  When I quit my job and was told I had to leave immediately, I got really upset, and wanted to disappear for a while.  So I wandered around Asheville-never a smart idea to try to disappear.  When I came back to reality, I found out that my mother, who doesn't leave the house unless she's perfect, went flying down to the bank BAREFOOT to see "what they had done to me".  Now my mama is my friend.  And more.  Happy Valentines Day Mama!