June 13, 2019
Mom and I have been writing together since before I could read OR write.
How do I know this? Well, when I was tiny, she would patiently write down the stories I told her–long, rambling monologues about the adventures of a middle child. She was such a busy mom (3 kids in 5 years) that she didn’t have much time to send letters to her folks down in Florida, so she’d mail them samples of our “work” each week. My grandmother kept all the little bits and pieces, and presented them to me one day in a Buster Brown shoe box.
And here we are again. Decades later. Still together. Still writing. Still dreaming. Still breathing.
Mom’s 88 now, and she’s been sick, but she’s getting better. Thanks to all for the encouragement and good wishes for her recovery. Trust me, it matters.
#Love #motherhood #eldercare