It's times like these when I really want my Mommy.
Me and Mom, 2005
I want to tell her I'm sorry if I ever did the same thing to her when I was a baby, if she ever felt sad when I didn't return her unconditional hugs and love. That all of those threats of "just you wait" have come to fruition, even though I know they're just starting and oh my god I can't even imagine what the teenage years will bring because if what goes around comes around I'm in for an awful treat. Or trick.
I want to tell her how I understand now exactly how much she loved me. How I couldn't fully fathom the extent of her feelings for me until I was a mom myself. I want to call her and complain or gush about Alexa or just hear her voice, for crying out loud.
Four years later and I want my Mommy every single day.