{"id":2300,"date":"2025-10-24T14:35:11","date_gmt":"2025-10-24T14:35:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/?p=2300"},"modified":"2025-10-24T14:35:11","modified_gmt":"2025-10-24T14:35:11","slug":"dear-mom-even-though-youre-gone-you-will-forever-be-my-person","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/?p=2300","title":{"rendered":"Dear Mom: Even Though You\u2019re Gone, You Will Forever Be My Person"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>\u201cAnxiety has been a part of my life for as far back as I can remember. It\u2019s been there for so long that I don\u2019t really recall a time in my life without it. If you have anxiety, then you know you have that one person. The one person that knows just how to help calm you down in the midst of the anxiety fog.<\/p>\n<p>That one person for me was my Mom. She knew just what to say, how to say it and the right moment to say it to help bring me back to reality. Her words and comfort were always stronger than my anxiety. I always just assumed she would always be there to be my person but that all changed\u2026<\/p>\n<p>It was a few weeks after my husband and I were married, and my anxiety kicked in. I said, \u2018I have to call my Mom.\u2019 He paused and said, \u2018How about you talk to me instead? Just give me a try and see if I can compare.\u2019<\/p>\n<p>So I did, I gave him a chance to help ease my anxiety and it was as if I was talking to my Mom; it was as if I was talking to my person.<\/p>\n<p>The calls to my Mom when my anxiety was in full force became less and less. She never asked why, never asked about it once.<\/p>\n<p>That\u2019s because Moms like mine are few and far between.<\/p>\n<p>The day my Mom died I called my husband. I said, \u2018My person is gone. The one that knew me and loved me with all my flaws. The one, the only one who could calm my fears, she\u2019s gone.\u2019<\/p>\n<p>Then he began to tell me a story about my Mom. A story about her that I never knew before because she didn\u2019t want me to know. You see, on our wedding day, my Mom gave my husband a note. A note that was just for the two of them. A note with the title that said, \u2018How to be Nikki\u2019s person.\u2019<\/p>\n<p>It was a step by step guide on what she would say and do for me when my anxiety was taking over.<\/p>\n<p>Step 1: Just listen<br \/>\nStep 2: Listen a little more<br \/>\nStep 3: Don\u2019t try and solve the problem<br \/>\nStep 4: Tell her you understand<br \/>\nStep 5: Keep listening until she\u2019s sorted it out on her own. She will, she always does. She doesn\u2019t know it yet, but she\u2019s had it figured out on her own all along.<\/p>\n<p>My Mom gave up being my person not because she wanted to but because she wanted my husband to know how to be when she was no longer here. She gave up being my person so that she could make sure I would always have one, no matter what.<\/p>\n<p>Well Mom, you will still forever be my person.\u201d<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2301\" src=\"http:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/10\/35726182_10156480503068686_7675752490968547328_n-900x900-1-300x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/10\/35726182_10156480503068686_7675752490968547328_n-900x900-1-300x300.jpg 300w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/10\/35726182_10156480503068686_7675752490968547328_n-900x900-1-150x150.jpg 150w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/10\/35726182_10156480503068686_7675752490968547328_n-900x900-1-768x768.jpg 768w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/10\/35726182_10156480503068686_7675752490968547328_n-900x900-1.jpg 900w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u201cAnxiety has been a part of my life for as far back as I can remember. It\u2019s been there for so long that I don\u2019t<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2302,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2300","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-story"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2300","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2300"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2300\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2303,"href":"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2300\/revisions\/2303"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/2302"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2300"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2300"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2300"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}