my mother is at my house for the third day in a row. With the spawn moving out, i think she is enjoying being here with us… all three of us… together in a way that will not happen so much after the move.
Over coffee this morning, we were discussing car issues and an upcoming visit and i realized that i was using the real names of other people… not carefully dancing around pronouns… she she she she she…
Exhale…
Such a relief not to speak from inside that particular closet with mother anymore. Then? a darkness… a bit of a cloud of regret… why didn’t i do that sooner? Ah, but it wasn’t time… there is no rewind button… just breathe…
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