I love her so much it hurts

My mom.

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She gave me one of her paintings two years ago and asked me to frame it.

I didn’t because I didn’t think it was a big deal, I took it for granted.

Two weeks ago she came back to visit from Spain and was disappointed to see her painting unframed.

Then for the first time in a long time I didn’t think about me but about what it meant to her.

My mom wants to be present in our lives because she feels forgotten.

That painting is a subtle way of being present, it’s her art, crafted and given with love to me…

and I ignored it.

Then I understood – I made an appointment to get it framed by a professional.

It’s amazing how small things can be so meaningful.

It feels good not being so selfish, not to take things for granted even if it’s just for one minute.

Thank you mami