Anyone who knows my mother knows she does not sit still. She is a Matriarch-o-holic, bakes up a storm, volunteers for everything, has a large garden, is a neat freak, and has a million adoring grandchildren around her.
But when life changes, routines change too. The shape of normal changes. Either we roll into the new shape or wrestles with acceptance. My mom adjusted to the new shape of her changed life within a matter of seconds. She is incredible when push comes to shove, she rolls as easy as cookie dough.
The shape of the normal seems to be ever-changing, challenging, deep-reaching. My mother is showing me the way, her way, acceptance, patience while being faithfully rooted.
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My latest airline ticket for July has been canceled. I have rebooked and am waiting for confirmation, but as nothing has arrived in my email box, I sense it will be canceled too. What an adventure it is waiting and wondering when it is that I will be able to fly home.
Someday I will be with you
Walking around without a care in the world
your hand gently guiding me
In the meantime, I feel the missing
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