My Mother's Arms

My Mother’s Arms

         Think about all those things that make us feel safe in our life. Could it be when we make it home on a cold, snowy day without causing an accident on the road? Maybe it’s when we are in our homes with our alert dogs that can smell anything that may be coming towards our homes, or possibly it is us having our seat belts on and restraint bars down correctly on the Millennium Force. When we feel safe, we feel like nothing can really mess with us.
         But what happens when something does happen to hurt us?  What if something we thought was safe ended up making us never want us to do it again? There are times in life when we get into trouble. Maybe it is with a friend or with our jobs, an accident, or just something financially and we feel like the world is out to get us! It is almost like we are trapped and we have no idea where else to turn to.
         I am still young; I am seventeen years old, and I still feel like that my mother’s arms are the safest place in the whole entire world. There is no other place that I would rather be when I am crying, crying just because the “world was after me,” because there is just something about the way my mother smells and her warmth that makes me feel completely safe again after I have just went through something that was difficult for me, something that I felt like I would never get out of.
         When I am in this state of being held by my mother, she doesn’t need to say much, because just by having her arms wrapped around me, I already feel better.
         I think about when I was younger, and how my mother was everything to me. She was the one that dressed me, bathed me, brushed my hair and put it in those cute little pig tails, the one who kissed my boo-boos and put Rugrats band-aids on them, and the one who held me when I cried and told her how my best friend was not being nice to me that day in Kindergarten.
         I think about now, and how I am older and I am more dependent on myself, but I still depend on my mother for some things like that dinner at night or that uniform for work washed the very next day. She would still do anything for me really, if I asked her.
         I can’t imagine being a person without a mother, and I have great sympathy for those who have lost their mother. It would almost be like God taking away that safe place I go to when I feel like I have hit “rock bottom.” I think my mother is the one that still cares about me the most, and she is the one who wants to only see me happy and at peace.
         How do I even give this feeling of protection and love back to my mother? I feel like I cannot even give her anything that would even come close to how I feel when I am wrapped up in her arms.
         It almost feels like you are sleeping a good night’s sleep, or taking a really hot shower. You just feel so warm and relaxed and your mind is suddenly completely cleared. It is even better than that though, because unlike a nap or a shower, I feel true love when I am in my mother’s arms. It is like she already knows how you feel. It is like whatever is hurting you she is feeling too. I feel like I need her to be the one to say, “It is all right,” in order to make it all right.
         Do we all feel this way, though? Do we all have that type of mother where all we want to do when we are sad is just to be held by her? I think we all have, if not, should have , a person like this in our lives, a person that just makes us feel so much better about life when we are in their arms. We all just need to feel safe, we all just want to be understood, and we all just want to be loved.