Mother/Daughter relationships are hard to define. My mom left for a seven day cruise last Sunday and she hasn't even called to let us know if she is okay and all is well. This upsets me. I have had such "mommy" withdrawals it's embarrassing to even admit but I am SO ready for her to return. She lives 2 hours away from me and we usually only talk about twice a week and I always try to visit once a month and it is pulling teeth to get her to come visit me, but I miss that woman! When I lived at home we didn't have the greatest relationship. I remember yelling at her more than talking and I counted down the days until I could move out. Once I was away to college I hardly ever visited and rarely called. Not the best daughter but it just seemed to be what I needed to identify who I was apart from her. In my mid-twenties I had a few bumps(mountains) in my walk of life and leaned on her like never before. Once I was pregnant with my first baby our relationship changed drastically. I remember when she left our home after staying a week with us. . . Brian and I both shed some tears (Although I think his were for a different reason) Now I don't know what I would do without her. Brian thinks I am such a dork and secretly I do to. I hadn't realize how much I call to tell her stories here and there and if she had checked my blog that day. There are a lot of people seeking her attention. I have five brothers and sisters with spouses plus nine grandchildren the oldest of which is only TEN years younger than my baby sister. My parents have always had kids around either watching their own or babysitting the grandkids. I sometimes wish I lived closer but when I do visit I have her undivided attention because I don't come as often, so that is awesome.

I have taken to calling my youngest sister the most this week and thankfully she feels the same way I do so that has made it nice. She understand why I call so much. Funny story: I had called her on Monday morning to see what was up. We talked for fifteen minutes or so and she was telling me some wedding updates, including her veil that had arrived recently. Conversation ended and the day continued. Later that day the phone rang, it's my youngest sister Amy.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's me. I just wanted to tell you that I got my veil in the mail the other day and it is perfect, just what I wanted."

Pause.

"Jenny?"

"Amy, are you serious right now . . . with your story?"

"Yyyeeeaaahhh."

Uncontrollable laughter on my end, so much so I am not able to breathe.

"Oh thank you Amy! I miss mom so much but this conversation right here lets me know if anything were to happen to her you would be around to pick up her craziness. You just told me this story this morning, remember?"

"I'm turning into Mom, it's something about this house."

"It's okay. You were bound to be the one to inherit this trait:)"

"Thanks"

I'm still laughing as I retell this story. You have to know Mom to fully understand, but she is one of a kind!