Holding On

I had another dream about my mom last night.

I was at home and walked into the kitchen. And there she was! Just washing dishes. She looked just like I remember her from about 3 years ago.

I was so so happy to see her. We were both smiling. I ran over to her and hugged her. We holding each other and I didn't want to let go.

So I didn't.

My mom and I walked around the house hugging each other. It must have seemed pretty comical. Then one by one, people in my life tried to convince me that I couldn't hold on to my mom forever. It just wasn't practical. What if I needed to drive somewhere? I'd have to let go of her then.

But I refused to let go. I just kept saying, "But you don't understand. She's my mom!"