Emotionally Silent

My mom is a unique soul. She is emotionally silent, an introvert. She was a good mother when we were young. She found time to spend with her teenaged daughters. We worked in the garden together, made holiday meals together, we rode horseback, roller-skated, bowled on leagues, and danced together. We were comfortable talking about intimate issues with her like relationships, sex, finances. There was no subject we could not discuss with her. If we, as children, had something to say, there was no fear in saying it.

The Daily Prompt: Write a letter to your mom. Tell her something you’ve always wanted to say, but haven’t been able to.

I already wrote about my relationship with my mother. (See: The Invisible child) To do it again would be a repetition of something that doesn’t need repeating. My mother was the product of her own mother’s parenting and no one can lay blame for that as we are all the products of parenting. There is nothing I can say to her that hasn’t already been said. There are no open wounds, no bleeding hearts to be mended. See is a sensitive soul who retreats from aggression and I was an aggressive personality. Although I felt invisible as a child, I would not even address that issue because feeling invisible is exactly what made me strong today. I learned to be independent. I learned to travel my own path and fight my own battles. I learned that while working with people is good, relying on others to do for me is not good. I am good with who I am and what I have become so she must have did a good job in parenting me.

If there is one thing that bears repeating, it would be, “I love you, Mom.” That can never be said too often.