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I did not know if I would ever hear from you again.  Now, I still don’t know if that was the last time.

In the past year, I have wondered so many times about this conversation.

Our conversation would last as long as you chose; I would not be the one to end it.  There was an awkward ending but perhaps that was already more than you needed or wanted.

We spoke about the mundane and true concerns I have about work, money and family.  You told me of your accomplishments — and indeed, they truly are achievements.  You have continued to add to your list of milestones all on your own.  Your circle of support and personal successes continue to grow and you know that you are loved.

Do you want me to say that I am proud? Or, have I already lost that opportunity?  I wish I knew what would help and comfort you the most. I am very happy for you and hope that you are too. I am proud for you.

What I did not talk about was the great time we had in New York with our cousins. Or, the great dinner we had with another visiting cousin where we laughed.

I did not talk about my mother whose absence I carry with me each day.

I did not tell you about the joy that the boys bring me or the gratitude for close knit family and friends.

When I listen to music at my desk, I let the beat soothe me, but you will always be everywhere to me.

Maybe you felt like nothing has changed in all this time.  We have become the people that are always available and where we belong if you ever need us.  You can travel around the world and we are still in our little backyard.

I received one more time and now I don’t know if that was the last time.  I did not know if this day would ever come or if it will ever come again. My eyes still search out your changing profile.  Your name still lights up neurons in my brain. You are still a part of me despite the separation.  What would I say if I had one more time?

My door and my heart remain open……….

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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “In a Crisis.”

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Maybe it is a dire need of humor that caused me to read the above and get a good laugh. A crisis is not a laughing matter, but it does not call for a one-size-fits-all homogenized generic rhetorical answer either.

Crisis, like pain, is individual. Whether it is a massive panic attack, an incurable disease, a car accident, or leaving your wallet on a plane, it is your experience. Yours. Fully individual and unique as you and your reaction to the situation. It does not matter how good, or bad, someone else has it.  Your pain is not a measurement to anything other than your own ability to keep going.

Crises occur millions of times, all over the world, and no two experiences are the same.

If you want to talk, I am here to listen and empathize. If you want me to hold your hand, and sit quietly with you as you cry, I will do that too. But, most of all, I will let you feel your own your pain.

Together, we will figure out a way to cope, for a minute at a time, but how you respond to a personal crisis has nothing to do with someone else’s history. This is a story all your own and you determine how to turn the page.

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Thank you.

Thank you for raising my grandchildren and inviting me to be a part of their lives.

Thank you for face-timing me at the craziest time of the day just so I can see their smiles.

Thank you for running an endless stream of culinary delights to help them to grow strong.

Thank you for protecting them and showing them how strong and organized a mother can be.

Thank you for letting me learn gradually that you are right when it comes to your children and I have to learn to bite my tongue.

Daddy and I get tired just watching you. It is hard to believe that a quarter of a century ago, we were doing the same things. Now, we are grateful and thankful to let you learn from your children how to be a Mommy.

For now, breakfast in bed would too easily become breakfast on the bed.

Physically, mentally, emotionally ~~ motherhood is challenging.  So many sleepless hours pass into oblivion once your child can say “Mommy” and give you a special smile or cuddle.

So, when the time is right, I hope that your children will learn just how hard you worked to raise them. You are a full time teacher, librarian, laundress, caterer, chauffeur, mediator, playmaker, and social director.  You can tell time by your children’s yawns and cries.  You let them fall – where I just gasp – and teach them how to get up again while showing that you are always there.

Happy Mother’s Day Princess! Thank you for all that you do for your children — and for your parents.

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