I'm calling Mom earlier these days, at 7:15 or 7:20, and this is what it looks like outside after I hear her call me "honey" and tell me that she loves me.
Saturday, April 13, 2013
Evening
The view from our back door. The little community lake with the fountain in the middle, the clubhouse and pool beyond it. Not quite the golden hour, but the sun is heading down and the shadows are pretty much gone and the sky is a little pink.
I'm calling Mom earlier these days, at 7:15 or 7:20, and this is what it looks like outside after I hear her call me "honey" and tell me that she loves me.
I'm calling Mom earlier these days, at 7:15 or 7:20, and this is what it looks like outside after I hear her call me "honey" and tell me that she loves me.
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I so know where you are emotionally. Sending love.
ReplyDeleteDo you? I wish you could explain it to me. I'll take the love, though, I could use it.
Deletemostly, you want to make things be for her as she would wish them to be for herself, and you can't, and it hurts that you can't, and some part of you thinks that you should be able to, and that part feels guilty and lost, and really there is nothing to cure it. this is just how it is as our beloved mothers age. your mom knows how much you love her and want to take care of her, she absolutely knows it. take comfort in that, sweet friend.
ReplyDeleteOh Angella. Thank you for saying the perfect thing at the perfect time.
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