I was a young man, barely 15 when this takes place, my birth mother left when I was very young, only 3 years of age, it pains me to say I barely knew her enough to miss her, but I did know 2 things, I wasn't my adoptive mothers son, and my first mother didn't love me enough to stay. My father remarried an arachne named Namira only 2 years later, in their marriage they bore 3 sisters for me, how could I stack up to her birth children? As far as I was concerned, I was baggage for her that she tugged along for my fathers sake. I tried never giving the thought any mind, especially because she was a caring mom, but for so long, I could never call her mom, simply Namira. This would clearly get to her, she never forced me to call her "mom", but she wanted me to.
One day when my father was out with my sisters, Namira walked up to me. "Love, could you help me with the kitchen, I want to get it sparkling for your father for helping with the girls."
"Of course Namira." I smiled, as I got up to leave she blocked my path with a sorrowful look.
"Why do you insist on using that name when addressing me?"
"Its your name, right?" I giggled, thinking she was joking.
"Thats not the matter, why... why not mother?" She said, clearly distressed, finally making her woes obvious to me.
"I-I never thought I could address you like that." I looked down, ashamed of myself.
"And why wouldn't you be able to?" She glared down at me with a sympathetic look.
"I never thought you saw me as your son, at least the same way you see my sisters." I said, causing her face to grow a twinge of pain. "I think you put up with me for father." These words plucked a chord in her heart as her eyes welled up.
"Have I not given you reason to think otherwise, has everything I've done for you since you were 5 really just been 'putting up with you' in your eyes?" She said.
"Well no, of course not, I'm grateful for everything you've done for me and my father, but... my own birth mother left me, I see myself as a burden to you, just waiting till I turn 18 to kick me out." I said, now tearing up myself.
"Forget that bitch ever existed. She threw away the greatest treasure that could be bestowed upon a person." She spat bitterly and wrapped her arms around me. "Never forget, you were my first baby, the first child I had the pleasure of seeing grow up and help raise, I love you like my own, I always have, and I always will, you mean as much to me as your sisters." She said, releasing her tears, causing me to as well and embrace her back.
"I love you too, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, you're an incredible mother, I'm just scared you'll leave me." I wailed out, burying my face into her chest as my tears fell.
"Hush love, hush, I would never think of doing something so vile and heinous, you're my child, through and through, since the first day I saw you and your fathers matching smiles, I knew you'd be a child I'd be proud to call my own." She said, gingerly rubbing my head and patting my back. "You and your siblings are my most valued treasures, I wouldn't trade any of you for the world." She said, pressing her face into my head and kissing it, letting her tears fall into my hair.
"I can't thank you enough, mom." I smiled up at her through my tears, as she smiled down at me through hers.
"None needed sweetie, you deserve it, and so much more." She said, still holding me in a tight embrace. "Come dear, to the kitchen, and afterwards, how about a movie, just you and me, mother and son." She smiled her signature motherly smile.
"I like that idea, I like it a lot, just mother... and son." I repeated to myself, making sure I fully understood her kindness. To this day my mother remains one of my most staunch companions, always there for me, even if she doesn't have the time, thank you, mother.
(Tried a little something different from the usual romance story, sorry if its lacking, made a 25 hour drive from MD to CO with some friends, and am running off no sleep for it all, just trying to occupy my mind for the last leg)