Is there the exact moment when you fall in love? Is it a smile? Is it a smell? Is it a word said? For my Mom is was the moment she realized she is a Mom to me. That the first thing I do when I wake up, I call her; that when I am scared I need her; that when I am in pain I ran to her. She saw that she was the center of my tiny universe and, being a responsibility freak, she just couldn’t let me down and let herself fill with this overwhelming unconditional love a mother have for her child.
She says she had dogs and cats before and she loved them dearly, but those fires we went through together forged something new from us, something unique. She calls me her son openly and even my grandparents still wince at it. Being her son at day, I am the guardian of her dreams at night. We are inseparable except for one thing: money. Still don’t understand why Mom can’t stay with me or take me with her to her office every day? Is money the most powerful thing in the world?
As you all probably already know, my Mom and me we are a great team. We do everything together.
I wake her up every morning and Mom gives me my massage by my personal huge brush. Then I follow her to our bathroom and watch her do her toilet so I know she looks good. Only after that I take care of my own toilet.
While she is preparing our breakfasts and vitamins, I usually play, but I do not forget to remind her every 3 minutes about my morning walk. I have to hunt before I will be able to eat, I just have to at least walk out and check if everything’s fine in our building.
Not only we do this together, we also play, read, walk (several times a day!) sleep and fight every day with each other. Moreover, I control Mom’s workouts and make her have regular brakes in her workflow.
One of the most important things for us is helping each other out in our nightmares. I have them from time to time. I wish I remember what they are about. Mom says sometimes I moan as a human and she gets scared. She wakes me up tenderly every time she sees or feels me having a bad dream and I thank her with loud purring. And I am there for her too. She calls me the guardian of her dreams as she has strange dreams all the time and I am often there with her no matter where she goes. I have to take care of her no less than she has to take care of me. I guess that makes us a good team.
You know, I love my Mom dearly, but she does not understand many simple things. First of all, she thinks she adopted me, when everything was just the other way round: I’ve decided she needed me to take care of her.
She understands though that while she was saving me, I was saving her back. But she can’t grab the whole picture still: this is me, who was a savior from the beginning.
Imagine her life without me:
– she’d have no reason to wake up the moment the first ray of light hits our window and she’d surely miss many beautiful sunrises we enjoyed together;
– she wouldn’t learn how to take care of herself the way a mother should knowing that no one is able to take care of me the way she does and that I am most definitely will parish without her;
– she’d never know how the ear of a kitten keeps forming and developing after he is born and that a kitten’s paw is more like a human hand at the beginning;
– she would keep living without knowing how to understand another being that cannot speak out and explain himself;
– she’d have no one to accept and love her totally and unconditionally when she needs it most;
– she’ll lead a life without a daily adventure and hourly challenge, life with no mystery if I kiss her or bite her the next moment;
– she would surely struggle hard in a life with no me sleeping beside her pillow guarding her dreams and being there for her in her nightmares.
There are so many things she would never know and even more joys she’d be deprived of, have I not appear in her life on that Christmas eve 2 years ago. I feel like she was calling out inside herself for the best angel to be sent to protect her, so I came.