Sometimes

Sometimes my roommates will get a phone call from their mothers asking how they're doing.

Sometimes neighbors talk about how they called their moms to get a recipe.

Sometimes I envy these people.

I always wish I could talk to my mom, or just hear her voice speaking to me...

I have sisters that I talk to sometimes about how life is going, boys that I meet, friends that I've made, and they give me really good advice... but sometimes I want a motherly figure, someone who is older and wiser, someone who understands me, to give me that advice. I want my mom to tell me everything will be okay, that writing letters to a certain missionary to the point where you're just friends again is a good idea. I want to see her smiling face after all I've achieved since she died. I want her to tell me how she loves the colors on the mountains, the rainbow in the sky, or the rain that brings in a cool breeze. I want to watch my role model read her scriptures every day, and I want to play the piano for her, just like I used to.

With every step forward that I take in my life, I look back on how good I had it when my mom was still here. I really miss her, and sometimes I just have to express that in a blog post.