This morning I had a wonderful talk with my mother.
We've never really talked, in all these years.
It's my fault - not hers. I'm very good at shutting people out. I've always been that way.
It's not nice for others.
But I've changed lately and this morning it was beautiful.
We talked.
She cried.
I hugged her.
I respect her more than I suspect she'll ever know.
Worse yet, I respect her more than I suspect I'll ever know.
And I'm just...happy...that in such a time of growth and expansion with my child in my life, that my mum and I are growing and expanding, too.
Now she's peacefully taking a bubble-bath. Should I sneak in and splash cold water on her like I used to when I was a child?
My vote is for yes.
*wicked grin*
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