As regular readers of my blog will know, I’ve been ‘adopted’ by a woman I call Momma. She is a shining light in some pretty dark days lately. 

My anxiety is up with a vengeance and my sleep patterns have gone to hell which is making my arthritis act up and generally I feel pretty shitty. But Momma is always there. Even though she’s a busy woman and has a million things to do she will take the time for me.

I honestly feel blessed having her in my life and I don’t know what I’d do without her. She shares in my joys and my hardships like only a real mother could. And yes I’m writing about her again, but I’m trying to get these feelings out because it helps.

Technically she would have been a teen mum if she was really my mother but that doesn’t stop the connection from being there. She has taken me under her wing and I’m still not sure I deserve it but I am sure of her love for me and mine for her.

I won’t deny there have been moments in the past month when she went from being a friend to a mother figure that I’ve wondered if I’m dreaming but I know I’m not. I feel fortunate to have a second mother who is so caring and so compassionate. Someone who whilst we’ve not yet met in person (soon to be rectified) has made space for me in her heart.

I guess I’m just writing this down because Momma has made an impact, and whilst right now I’m dealing with some major anxiety issues and stress as well as pain, she has helped to heal a part of me I never thought could be.

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A conundrum inside an enigma.

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