Dear You:
The past few weeks have been all about Mom. She is 95 and fading. Luckily, she has the financial resources to reside in a kind, professional assisted living home. Good women working there, lifting her up as she sails on to wherever.
After visiting Mom a few days ago, it dawned on me I am still the baby. Granted, I am an OLD baby, but her exit is more troubling than I thought it would. Steely, realistic me, sad to lose my Mom.
Remembering everything and grateful for so much, hear these classic momisms:
- If you could stay out last night, you can get up this morning. - When you have your own house then you can make the rules! - You won't be happy until you break that, will you? - Cupcakes are NOT a breakfast food! - Go play outside! It's a beautiful day! - Always wear clean underwear in case you get in an accident. - When I was a little girl... |
- I'm going to give you until the count of three... - When did your last slave die?
Time for breakfast-cupcakes, time to follow my own rules, time to not wear any underwear at all, time to break something, and definitely time to go outside and play.
In my own way, Mom, I've been listening.
XO
The Baby
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