5/19/03

More deep thoughts...concerning my mom.

I am so blessed to have a girlfriend like Quimby. Some one I can pour my heart into...someone that understands my silences and always forgives my foilbles. My mom has no one like that. She is utterly alone. She has no girlfriend to confide in--no one to keep her sane in this insane world. Really, she has only me. But a daughter is a poor substitute for girlfriend. There are things you can only tell a girlfriend. Some confidences aren't able to be shared with a daughter--no matter how close a mother and daughter are.

She has struggled wth this for so many years...she had few really fantastic girlfriends when we lived in Maryland, but the militiary is as the military does. They ripped her two friends away from her one at a time. Since we first moved to San Antonio eleven years ago, she has found no one she could honestly call a girlfriend. No one to pour her secrets into. She wilted in the blazing heat of this city with no friends to shade her. Over these past few years..she's still beautiful and vibrant....but sometimes I can see the wilt coming on. She just plucks those dying petals and continues on, a beautiful bloom. Last year, she had picked the last petal off...leaving her exposed and in trouble. Through the miracle of Spring...those petals began blooming again. But these petals are so delicate.

I love my mom. I hate to see her so lonely. I wish I could whip out a magic wand and poof present her with a bosom buddy.

I am sorry mom, if I spilled too many of our secrets...but someone had to blog this. This is where I spill my soul and it does a soul good.

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