Maybe my morning conversations with my mother aren’t why you came here today but sometimes my mother says something that makes me stop so hard and think so hard that I feel like I have to share it.
You may not need to read it, or ponder it, or share it but I’m so grateful for, and look so forward to my morning calls with her that my day feels wonky without them. Most of the time we just catch up on the day before or talk about what we have to do today. On days we’re feeling particularly silly we solve (in no serious manner) the world’s problems and then laugh hysterically grateful in the knowledge that no one will ever ask us just how to solve them. But then some mornings more serious matters need addressing…
Me: I don’t understand Mom — the doctors said she could have recovered had she just tried to help herself — if she would have just gotten up. Why wouldn’t she? She always seemed so strong. She controlled everyone around her — they did whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted it. Why would she just…give up?
Mom: “You’re confusing being controlling with strength. What if what happened, in the end, is that after all those years of getting everyone to do everything she wanted — to do everything for her — is that she never needed her own strength and then when she needed it, when it was all on her, and no one could do it for her, and she needed to pull herself up and out, she just didn’t have it?…”
Me: Mom…I love you. Same time tomorrow?
Good morning everyone. I hope you have an awesome day and for goodness sakes let’s only try to control ourselves. 😉