I heard I'll stand by you, tonight, and it was as if it were the first time I'd ever heard that song. Obviously, I've heard that song multiple times in pop culture. Yet tonight, it resonated so loudly. Each lyric pulsed through my veins. I remember the last time I heard that song, and felt that.
The summer of 2007 was one of the lowest moments in my life. I sat trapped ... trapped in a house I could not leave and stuck in a body I could not move. I was paralyzed by external fixators, protruding out of, both, my legs. I had no choice but to sit there. I tried to exist among the metal and gauze. No mater how hard I tried I got lost within the situation. I felt alone. I felt scared. I felt worthless. Last but not least, I felt invisible.
And there was mom. Amid all my tears she stood in the doorway of our kitchen and sang. That woman belted out I'll stand by you. (boy, did she let her inner diva out.) That's a memory I'll never forget. "...Won't let nobody hurt you ..." - She never fell short there. Moms are real good at protection, aren't they?
In more ways than one, I'm free. I'm free to leave, move, walk, and anything else I may want. With that comes the responsibility of standing by yourself.
You're Mom was a special person. And she is still standing "by you"
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