she wouldn't let me get "stuck" on the negative wavelength or feel like I was an "outsider"
What a lovely, lovely woman she was, Amber.
I am so glad you had the kindness of healthy mother love from her.
Reminds me, oddly, of what I often felt around some folks who were very religious--but who showed it in the way they interacted lovingly (not in preaching about sin and stain and subordination, etc.). I could not have shared their lives or their beliefs, but some of them darn sure got the Golden Rule.
I have a few memories with gentle relatives or neighbors who participated in churches/faiths I couldn't swallow, but the ones who really got it, were like sitting in sunshine, in that peaceful kitchen I wrote about for Bear...
Kind women. A sweetness. A reflexive, non-neurotic nurturing. An instinctive sense that what you put on a wound is gentleness, not force. Not fury, and not "systems". Just gentle presence.
You had that time with her, for a reason. And I am so glad.
love,
Hops