My mom still says goodbye by waving.
She stands outside on the driveway and waves as I drive away. Sometimes, she even blows me a kiss.
When I visit, she always makes food for me. All of my favorite meals come from her kitchen. There is just something special about the way she cooks. It always feels like home.
She still picks up little things at the store she thinks i will like. Most of the time, she is right. She knows me so well.
She still answers the phone when I call just to talk, although I do not have anything important to say. She listens when i am bored or just need to hear a familiar voice.
She still hugs me in a way that breaks down all my walls. If i am holding in emotions, that one hug will bring the tears out and remind me i am safe.
She still loves and cares for me like she did when I was a child. That kind of love does not stop just because i have grown up.
Sometimes, when I feel sad about how fast my own kids are growing, I think about my mom. I remember how much she means to me and how strong our bond still is.
It reminds me that a mother’s heart never really changes. Even when her kids grow up, that love stays the same. No one can ever take a mother’s place in her child’s heart—whether that child is five or forty-five.
Now that i am older and have kids of my own, my mom still does all the motherly things she is always done—only now, she does them for both me and my children. She still stands outside, in the rain or under the sun, and waves goodbye as we pull away. And every time I see her do it, I know i am loved
