My mother... She would have imagined this for me. And she was absolutely the first person I wanted to call when I heard the words. Unfortunately, heaven doesn't have phone reception so I had to imagine the conversation, hear her pride in my accomplishment. That's the thing, I can easily do that because I never once doubted it once I became an adult. Childhood? Totally different story, lol. But as a woman, a wife, and a mother, I came to appreciate and understand her even more. Then I lost her, far to soon to the ravaging disease known as cancer.
So I heard the words...National Bestselling Author... and I wanted to call my mom. Out of everyone in my life, she is still the first person I want to share things with. So I started crying and babbling (thank God the neighbors didn't hear me). Those three words may not mean much to some people, but for me it's a validation that I did make the right choice when I decided to follow this dream. And in my head (and my heart) I heard my mother tell me how proud she was. I could hear her tell me she always knew I'd reach my goals.
So today, I sit and think of my mom and how much I miss her. There's one song that always makes me think of her, and I think it probably applies to a lot of moms out there. A lot of them are content to sit in the shadows while their children shine, content to be the wind beneath their children's wings. I know my mom was.
Hey, mom, I'm flying. I'm really flying.
"Wind Beneath My Wings"
It's your world...unlaced...