A few weeks ago, I found myself in the hospital. It was the last place I expected to be, in more ways than one.
And quite honestly? I was scared. As the days passed, I quickly realized a lot of "firsts" were taking place. It was the first time I had ever been in that hospital. But more importantly, it was the first time my mother wasn't by my side the entire time, holding my hand and rubbing a warm cloth on my head. It's not that she didn't want to be there, mind you. I think she would have been there if not for two things:
• The visiting hours were quite strict.
• And as she's been saying a lot lately, "Melissa, you're almost 30. You can do this by yourself."
Leave it to mothers to be right. More times than we'd care to admit. My mother was no exception. She was right. About everything.
I've been feeling like I need my mom more than ever lately, which gives me both a sense of braveness for being able to admit and a sense of "What?" As in, "You're almost 30. Why do you still need your mother so much?"
But we all need our parents, don't we? We never really grow out of that childhood hat when we're around our parents. Maybe that's a good thing. Maybe we need our parents just like we need oxygen. Because without them, we wouldn't be who we are today. Without them, we wouldn't be able to put one foot in front of the other - sometimes bravely and other times a bit afraid. Walking slowly at first, constantly checking to see if our parents are right behind us, until the moment comes when we can make our own way.