It’s hard to let go of alternate lives, the could-have-been lives.
There is a storyline that runs in my head, a pretend version of life, in which my Mom is still here, participating, being with us.
A life in which she knows all four of my kids and they know her, they know her love and her joy and her attention and her kindness the way I… Continue reading
I had been married for almost three years. We had a baby girl. I went back home to be with Mom for what would be her last month. I spent my days feeding Mara mashed bananas and rocking her to sleep, propping Mom up on pillows and sitting by her while she slept, slipping out of the house with my Dad or sister to grab a milkshake and look at each… Continue reading
I’ve been thinking about how often, as parents, we do most of our doing at this level we consider “above” our kids.
We don’t mean it in a rude or superior way, just that we’re all busy doing adult stuff and they’re in their kid world. Sometimes we bring them up into our adult world (let’s have a nice dinner out, let’s sit down and work on this thing… Continue reading