I miss my mom. I have never missed her. Through out my child hood I remember cursing her in my head and telling her, “Just you wait till I am 18 and never come back.”
I miss her random phone calls and silly questions
“Did you take the pizza cutter?”
“No, why would I take the pizza cutter? And I was home like a month ago, don’t you think you would have noticed before now.”
“Are you sure? Do you know where it is?”
“No”
I miss how she covers her mouth and noise when she is embarrassed or truly laughing.
I miss how she is the only one I can break down to. She is the only one that can look at me and make me cry.
I miss how she would call me at 7 in the morning and would keep on calling till I picked up.
“Kell”
“Yes”
“Can you buy some yarn for the women at work today? They will pay you back.”
“Yes”
“Ok they need Night Lights, Kiss it is a pink color…. (20 min. later). Thanks, call me later and do you want to come for lunch?”
“No, I have a doctor’s appointment.”
“Ok, bye”
“Bye”
I miss how she would get angry at the fact that I had a doctor’s appointment and could not come for lunch.
I miss the child inside of her. Her goofy laughs, the way she dances, when she breaks out in song, how she is obsessed with splinter cell, coffee with the girls and if I was luck I would be invited. Her back seat driving always drove me insane but I now realize that it is a very important aspect of my life.

I don’t miss her nagging at me to do well in school, telling me to stand up straight, and always reminding me of my track days.