Home is where the Mom is

I started this a couple of weeks ago. My mom had stayed with us for a long weekend. She came in to see the Listen To Your Mother Show. 

I stepped out from the car onto the pavement of the “Departures” area and peeked at Sweet Pea, who was content to play with her bee toy in her carseat. Then I hauled my mom’s orange suitcase out of the trunk and turned to hug her. As soon as my face met the fabric of her shirt, the tears started to flow. 

“I hate it when you leave.” My words were muffled, as I buried my wet face into her neck and shoulder, but she got the idea.
“But we will get to see each other again soon.”
This was true. We have a wedding come up. And then I go back to Rhode Island for a long visit this summer. This takes away some of the sting.

You might think it gets a little easier every time, but I cry every time my mom and I part ways at an airport. It doesn’t matter which of us is the one who leaves. It’s just as likely to happen at TF Green as it is at Denver International.

You might assume I get weepy because I am overwhelmed, wondering who is going to whip up lunches for Sweet Pea, easily mend the the J. Crew skirt I got at Goodwill for $3.50, or organize my tupperware cabinet once she’s left. And maybe that’s part of it. Who doesn’t treasure the capable and willing hands of a mother?

But it’s more than that. It’s the mom-ness of her- that makes you feel safe, loved, and at home. Not that home isn’t the place where the mail piles up, the basement floods once in a while, and you sometimes forget to dump a poopy diaper into the toilet and you walk in the nursery an hour later and you’re like “Oh my god what stinks?” Home is definitely that place.

Home is also the place where spontaneous dancing in the kitchen occurs (sometimes with the baby, sometimes without). It’s where a vase full of flowers picked from the front yard by Dan and Sweet Pea might greet you when you walk in the door after work.

But home isn’t just a place. It’s also the feeling I get when I’m with my mom. And the older I get the more I realize, I don’t think I’m going to outgrow it.

5 thoughts on “Home is where the Mom is

  1. Rhonda says:

    That is lovely. I feel the same way. That is one reason my husband is in charge of all airport departures-I just can’t do it. The really amazing thing is that just like I feel that way about my mom, I’m so fortunate to have two little ones who will feel the same way about me 🙂

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  2. Darin Armstrong says:

    From: Darin Armstrong #TeamLIVESTRONGHello Pam,Just a quick email to ask if you would be interested in a ‘mutual’ following on twitter. I am currently following you now and am awaiting for your follow-back. (#FYI I do RT’s ‘ANYTIME’ for all #Triathletes #Cyclists #UltraRunners #Marathoners #FitnessProfessionals who follow me on Twitter and have something important they want mentioned for support…Over 41K folks at your access.)All the very best to you & your family for the rest of 2013 & beyond Pam. Look forward to hearing from you… Darintwitter.com/DarinArmstrong#TeamLIVESTRONG

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  3. Pam Moore says:

    @Becky- Thanks:) @Rhonda…It’s kind of alarming to think my daughter will think of me this way. I still feel more like someone’s kid than someone’s mom.@Dan- I accept the nomination on behalf of the word.

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