Keep in Contact

Mothers should... keep in contact with their babies. There was a time when I didn't see my mom for nine years. I'm sure there was contact, though. A card or box of crap every few birthdays was enough for me to know that she was out there. Maybe a phone call every couple years if I was lucky. I've seen her a total of three times since my dad and I left the island in '99. We've probably talked 100 hours on the phone over 13 years. Honestly, I forget what she looks like until I see an old picture or one on Facebook. That's just wrong. She should know what's going on with me, what my teacher's names are, what book I'm reading, or just what school I go to, at the very least. I would give anything for her to want to know that I have her hands and her ears, to know that I walk like her (says my dad) and that I have her same long legs . An, "I love you" text or post on my wall doesn't count. That doesn't reassure me in any way, or make me believe her at all. I wish she kept in contact, maybe then we would know her as people. Now, it's too late. So much has happened that it would take forever to catch her up, if she ever showed a desire to learn, which she hasn't.