Your Loving Mom

Monday has a way of arriving before you're ready for it. That's not on you, that's just Monday.

Made soup last night and it's already half gone, which means I stood at the stove eating it straight from the pot more than once and I'm not going to pretend otherwise.

The things you keep putting off until you feel ready are usually the things that make you ready.

Just realized I still have three of your old sweatshirts in the dryer from the last time you visited. That was not recent.

Saw a cardinal at the feeder just now and just stood there at the window way longer than I had anything else to do.

Jacket weather came out of nowhere this week. You have something warm with you, right.

Finally picked up those towels.

The people who make you feel small usually need you to be, and that's their problem to carry, not yours.

Leaves are coming down fast now and everything smells like cold and wet pavement when I walk, which I actually don't mind.

Those towels are still there, by the way. I stepped around them again this morning and just kept walking. Some things apparently take longer than others.

Apologizing for the right thing matters. Apologizing just to end the discomfort is a different thing entirely, and most people can tell.

Pulled some old towels out of the linen closet looking for one thing and now there's a pile on the hallway floor I keep stepping around.

Been a little quiet over here today. You doing okay?

Ran into Mrs. Callahan at the pharmacy this afternoon and she asked how you were doing, and I realized I was bragging before I even meant to.

Asking for help when you need it is not falling apart. It's actually the smarter move.