and down in the texas of my heart

I woke up mid-panic attack this morning. It felt like I couldn't breath, and the world had stopped. I laid there, helpless and defeated waiting for some kind of savior; something, anything to get a grip on reality. It's a really lonely feeling and it's scary when even for only a moment you feel like it won't end and there is no solace. Of course, solace comes - in this case in the form of two pairs of small hands embracing me and holding me. I wonder if they will ever know the service they do for me, I mean truly know. It's taken me 23 years (and counting) to even have a grasp on what my mother has done for me, and who she is and the bond we have. It's such a lesson, this life - knowing and appreciating and respecting the relationships you have. Every single relationship is a gift, and you need to be careful how you hold them.