The first time I saw my mom as 'just a girl' was when we saw Blondie and Pat Benatar in concert together. My mom had a few drinks and was dancing like a teenager. I saw a fire in her I'd never seen before.
Seeing her so happy, pointing out all the stationary, stuffed animals, and trinkets she remembered buying when she was a child, made me feel like I was with that 10-year-old American girl, excited to spend her allowance at the shops on Sunday.
That was the first time I'd ever seen her cry. She always had to be strong for me and my siblings, and I realized that letting herself be vulnerable showed me that she wasn't always 'just a mom,' but a human being with her own grief, too.
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