10: 30 p.m. and I'm on the phone with my mamma.
A blubbering sobbing mess.
Who else can you call when you feel that low?
We've been fighting the dreaded stomach virus.
And I finally caught it.
Feeling weak and miserable beyond relief.
But I'm still needed.
Little people tugging at me.
Babies wanting to be held, to be fed, to be rocked to sleep.
And I needing the same thing.
Me, the mamma.
Feeling like the little girl.
So I call.
From over a thousand miles away, my mamma's voice.
Hugging me through telephone wires.
Letting me know it's going to be ok.
Loving me at my lowest.
Mammas are someone we never outgrow.