for the first time ever

i laughed with my mother.
for the first time ever, i shared stories with my mother.
for the first time ever, i began a reationship with my mother.

i'm 20 years old, and i've only seen her a handful of times. she recently moved to durham, nc from her home in michigan to be closer to me, my brother and my father. when i found out my father was going up to durham just to see her, i was pretty upset. my mother has done absolutely nothing for me my entire life. barely any phone calls, and when she did come to visit, i didn't feel like i knew her. i went 20 years without really havng a other figure besides my grandmother. i've never had a mother to ask if i'm ok, or take me to the doctors, or walk me across the football field, none of that. i looked at the pictures she had from the last time i saw her.. it was so long ago. i fought back tears so hard when she opened the door. i wanted to yall at her, call her all the names in the book. but something told me not to. maybe it's just my kind heart.. or maybe it's just the fact that God tells us to forgive one another. i figure she had her reasons for pretty much abandoning me. whatever it is, i forgive her. thats my mother, the person who brought me into this world. i'm sure i'll see her more; my pops and her are working stuff out. sure, this shit will not be easy.. but it's worth a shot.