A Weekend Without Singing and I Don’t Care

Mommy.Daughter love

     Unforgetable, that’s how I’d describe this Mother’s Day weekend.

     More than that, I believe this has been my best one, ever.

     That darling child I carried in my stomache for nine months amazed me.  She flew from Chicago to Raleigh to spend Mother’s Day with me.

     Normally, on weekends, I am thinking about singing– the gigs I wish I had– what I can do to move closer to having what I once had– a regular Saturday night venue.

     This weekend, my mindset was, who cares?

     I believe there is nothing stronger than a mother-child bond.  Yes, circumstances and love that was missed out on can change the strength and integrity of that bond.  That is true, but at its core that love is deep, pure, and unbreakable.

     So Ashley Marie came home to me Friday night.  You could have knocked me over with a feather.  Over the moon begins to describe the joy, but it is hardly enough to define the depths.  I felt like my heart had grown three sizes like the Grinch’s.

     I cared about just one thing this weekend.. enjoying the company of the young woman my daughter has grown up to me.   What a package!  Sweet, strong, bold, proud, intelligent, witty, loving, silly, insightful.  People, I am just scratching the surface.

     A short visit to be sure, but it was full. So full!  We did a mani/pedi treatment … ate sushi.. drank fine wine, saw Ironman 2, watched tv on her laptop, laughed at The Wiz,  and talked a lot.   All the feelings were there… loving, trusting feelings from then up until now.

     I have never been so proud to be a mom.  What could top it?  OOOooooh, I think I know:

     Ashley calls me on the phone years from now with details on a mommy-daughter trip that she finances this time:  A trip for two to Bora-Bora!

     Onward + Upward!

     And a Happy Mother’s Day to all the other mommies out there in the world.

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