Tag: mom
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SADurday
Today I am sad.I don’t need to be cheered up.I don’t need to look at the bright side.I don’t need to get busy and distract myself.Today I am sad.And I want to be.My youngest has left,pulled away in her little “Bean” carpacked to the gills with her bags,clothes, new bedding, new pillows,a case of water,…
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We’re Going on a Bear Hunt
The other day, Bridgette posted a beautiful piece called Photography: Beaver Moon. It featured an excerpt from the children’s book, We’re Going on a Bear Hunt. It took me back decades to when I was a little girl and my mother lead my Brownie Troop in a “Bear Hunt.” She was our troop leader and…
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Daisies
While out for a walk Sunday morning, I saw a patch of the happiest, prettiest, cheeriest daisies I’d seen this season. They made me smile. So much so that a few houses later, I decided to turn back and capture them with my camera. Daisies have made me smile since I was a little girl.…
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I’m Leaving on a Jet Plane
My personal item’s packed,I’m ready to go,I’m standing here outside my door,The dogs at the window wanting to say goodbye,But the dawn is breaking,It’s early morn,The uber’s waiting,He’s hit his horn,Already I’m so excited,I could die.So I’ll hug me and smile for me,Tell me that it’s time for me,To hold my girl and never let…
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The Gift of Writing
She beamed at me when I walked into the room. “This is so exciting!” she proclaimed, and throwing her blankets back, she continued, “We have much to do to get ready for the baby. Where shall we start?” My 89 year old mother was in her final days of life, in hospice care. She was…
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So Much Clapping
It had been a long, hot summer with little to no rain. I watered my gardens daily and got a break from mowing since the grass barely grew. It was the middle of August and this particular day was a scorcher. Out running errands, I decided to stop and see my mom at her assisted…
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A Eulogy
This Sunday, we will be memorializing my 89 year old mother in a ceremony at her church of 63 years. She and I had a complicated relationship in many ways. I have spent my lifetime trying to peel back the layers of what was hers and what is mine. Ultimately, I found such hope and…
The Journey Inward 