Mama’s Girl

I’m a Mama’s Girl,
There’s just no denying it.
I have her genetic makeup,
The good along with the bad.

When I was little…
I wouldn’t let go of her.
She had a perpetual clump in whatever she was wearing that day.
It was caused by me tightly wadding her clothes up in my fist and not letting go!
She was my security.

As we grow up,
It’s our Mom who is there for most of our “firsts”.
First day of school.
First bra.
First prom dress.
First broken heart.
First Wedding Dress… (I designed my second one on my own!)
First baby.

And then life gets busy.
And the “firsts” with Mom tend to end.
There are new firsts now,
Ones with our own children.

Or so it seemed…
Yesterday in Target, Mom and I had another “first”.
At (a mere) 44 years old,
She helped me pick out my “first” pair of reading glasses!

We giggled like school girls as we tried on the crazy styles.
Moaned in pain as we chose some way too strong.
In the end, we went with a practical (1.75x) cute little green pair.

And as we searched the parking lot for our (misplaced) car…
I wondered how many more “firsts” lie ahead for Mom and me.
Many I assume…
Most will be joyous,
Some may not be so great.

But it’s comforting to know,
We’ll still have them and we’ll tackle them together.
And my money’s on a whole lot more giggles than moans!

I love you Mama.