Today continues the weekly series, F*ing Fridays, which will coincidentally occur on Friday. In Year One, I mentioned some of my favorite F words back on Day 5, including: Fearless, Fabulous, Fine, Fun, Faith, Freedom, Forgiveness, to name a Few.
Last week I dove into the word Firing.
Today’s F*ing Friday is dedicated to the word:
As in, mom.
Today is a very special woman’s birthday. So is tomorrow.
I suppose we could make the case that every day is a special woman’s birthday, right? Sure.
But tomorrow is the day I celebrate a very powerful force in my life — my dear Mama Sling. And, today, is the birthday of her best friend, Jaynane.
Jaynane also happens to be Justin’s mother.
And, a grandmother to two little girls.
She is also a niece.
And, a sister.
What I love most?
She is like a second mother to me.
There are so many times when I reach for the phone to call my mother. It doesn’t happen as much as it did, especially right after Mama Sling died, but every now and then I do it.
There are the bad days, when I am broken down, sobbing or fighting back tears, and just want to hear the voice of the woman who loved me most.
There are the days when I am beaming with pride, with good news, the latest developments of my life and times and the swirling sweet success of the moment. From remembering to pick up the dry cleaning to winning awards.
And, then, there are the most mundane updates to share with someone who would understand the significance behind the mail, the dogs, the weather forecast and what’s for dinner. Someone who gets the most minor detail of it all — that important stuff we call “life.”
The kind of stuff Mama Sling would giggle at and gobble up, in an only-my-mom-cares-sort-of-way.
Except there is someone else on this earth who gets it too.
Happy Birthday Jaynane.