We all wander away from our center. It's how we learn. Some of us take the fast track away from our true selves -- speeding recklessly into a tangley jungle we must find our way out of. Some of us stick fairly close -- maintaining a more cautious distance. Either way, all roads lead back to our true hearts, and eventually, if we choose to keep our eyes open, we will make it back.
The same is true for family. Our journeys may take us different places, either literally -- like maybe even two states away... Or some journeys may put a more intangible space between the ones we love. But the deep bonds of those we love will always be there. The roads that lead back to our family members are made of blood and memories and pieces of a shared soul. We are intertwined inexplicably.
My mom is a piece of my soul. She is wise and open-minded and strong. She is also soft and caring and loyal. Sometimes it is strange to be a part of someone, and yet be so different. I admire my mom, but we are each our own very unique person. At times it has made us clash. But it has also made me love her fiercely. My mom makes me happy.
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