bambino! piccolo mortadella!
said the sweet italian mama as she stopped to cup
babychop's cheeks on her way out of the restaurant.
the history here is blowing my mind.
the food.
the view.
the people.
it is truly a beautiful thing, this part of the world.
more upon our return...
my mom and my little brother in 2006.
advice given when she and my father divorced:
"she isn't your daughter. you need to just learn to let go."
i was eight when she became my mother;
thirteen when she decided to not let go.
countless nights were spent worrying about
where i was,
who i was with,
if i was being safe or
driving the speed limit.
she has always had my back.
unconditionally.
i expect it...count on it...
like all children do.
after all, she is my mom.
being a new mama,
i hope that i can show
the same patience, nurturing,
understanding, and strength
to my sweet babychop.
happy mamas' day to all of you mamas,
mamas to be, and women who are
like-a-mama-to-someone.
