Skitz's blog: "~ The Little Things"

I remember when I was little.. vaguely, in bits and very small pieces. Sometimes I find myself sitting and thinking about the few things I do remember, but they seem so large in my mind.

Moms smile, her voice.. her drawings just laying around. I'd spy a naked woman on occasion and wonder who drew it, it wasn't until later I realised it was Mom. Random writings, bits of poems that made no sense to me, but still made me smile because they were  her words and that's all that mattered to me. Her. Singing at any given time, just because. Always loving to listen to her. Her tears, one of the strongest emotional pains I've ever felt. My mom cried, felt. We had a fight here or there, growing up, I'd rebel as much as a teenage gal growing up in the sticks possibly could. The one thing that made me love her more than anything in the world was one simple sentence. "Jessica, I've never been a mother to a 14 yr old girl before... I'm new to this too." *smiles* Indeed.. she was perfect in her honesty. Reality. Never tried to pull the wool over my eyes. That's when she became more than my mother. She became my best friend.

Her day is coming soon. As is your mothers day, and even your day, if you're a mother. Just remember  how much you impact people in the simplest of ways, how they impact you, how much each and every little thing might mean to someone, anyone. I can't have her back, but I will always have all of those little things she gave to me. Share every little thing you possibly can, and accept every little thing you are offered. Who knows how much it will matter some day.